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The young man’s na was Nike. He was a friend Guan Yan had t in the slums of Continent B.
At that ti, she was transporting a batch of goods for Daji. Along the way, she was intercepted by the local gang. Because she didn’t know the local situation beforehand, she capsized in a ditch and almost lost her life.
Injured, she ran to the slums and t Nike, who was treating an old woman.
At that ti, she was in despair and asked for help. She didn’t expect that the gentle and timid man would not only help her but also treat her injuries and allow her to hide in the slums for half a month.
Later on, when she recovered and contacted Sun, they separated.
It was precisely because of this experience that Guan Yan ca out at such a sensitive ti to et him.
She was still thinking about Nike and his friends refusing to leave the slums. Her peach blossom eyes were relaxed as she asked them, "By the way, why did you suddenly co to the illegal district to look for ?"
At this mont, there was a knock on the door.
Guan Yan frowned unhappily. "Who is it!"
The person outside said softly, "Hello. I’m a waiter. I’m here to deliver drinks to you."
Guan Yan rubbed her glabella and suppressed her temper. "Co in."
The person pushed the door open and entered.
The woman was indeed dressed as a waiter.
She ca in with a tray and poured a cup of rose tea into a blue porcelain teacup for everyone.
She introduced it to the guests gently. "This is our specialty tea. It’s made from freshly gathered roses."
Guan Yan ignored her introduction and looked at the other two people in the private room, mainly at Nike. "By the way, you haven’t answered my question yet. Why did you suddenly co to the illegal district to look for ?"
Nike had been paying attention to the waiter pouring the tea. At her question, he suddenly ca back to his senses. His expression was uncontrollably complicated.
However, Guan Yan was happy that they had co to look for her and did not notice the fleeting change in his expression. She continued to look at them with relaxed trust.
Nike opened his mouth and forced a smile. His eyes flickered. "We’re here to buy dicine and thought of asking you out for a al."
"dicine?" Guan Yan knew that the slums were in urgent need of dicine and would often support them. Upon hearing this, she narrowed his peach blossom eyes. "What dicine? Give a list. I’ll get soone to help you find them later."
Nike’s expression beca more indescribable. His eyes moved slightly, as if he had sothing to say to her. However, looking at the waiter quietly pouring tea for them from the corner of his eye, he held it in. "Okay, thank you."
"We’ve been through life and death together. You don’t have to be so polite with ." Guan Yan also realized that he was frequently looking at the waiter.
She urged, "It’s not done yet?"
The woman had just finished pouring three cups of tea. She straightened her back. "It’s ready, guest."
"Mm," Guan Yan replied. She said indifferently, "I don’t need you yet. Leave."
The waitress quietly put away the tray and sensibly left the private room. She even closed the door.
Guan Yan watched as that person left.
A pair of clear eyes landed on Nike again. She said steadily, "Did you have sothing to tell just now? There’s no one around now. Speak."
Nike’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t expect her to be so sharp. She had accurately captured his emotions in that fleeting mont.
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