At that instant, even Song Jing, who so might say was too oblivious of danger, felt... intimidated.
Zhongli Wuzhi didn’t stay long in the detention center. After eting with Song Jing, he left the place.
Xiaoer had naïvely praised Song Jing for his broad-mindedness and generosity. Even though his career was threatened by an injury, he remained positive...
Xiaoer had also naïvely pitied him and felt it was unfair on his behalf...
Zhongli Wuzhi sat in his sports car, which was parked by the curbside.
He watched the road ahead, his mind replaying the mories of his ti spent with Lu Xiaoer.
He rembered the first ti they t, her sharp decisiveness, her fearlessness.
He rembered the years he spent at her side as "friends," pretending for so long...
He rembered the Dongheng earthquake, the first ti she initiated a conversation with him. She had said it was during the disaster relief in Dongheng that her impression of him began to change. Ever since, she had been determined to use her own eyes, her own heart to understand him, to know him.
He rembered in the ruins of Caesar Cathedral, where she was trapped under the rubble, and he was outside, tornted. It was the first ti he truly felt what it was like to care about soone, what it was like... to like soone so much it hurt!
On the mountaintop in Chuihai, where both of them stayed in a tent, as a man long accustod to flirtation, he had countless impure thoughts about her frail figure, yet his actions were nothing but chaste.
He rembered when they were both rescued and returned to their country, and he finally elevated their status from "friends" to "boyfriend and girlfriend."
He also rembered her moving into that small apartnt, while he always made excuses to stay and refused to leave...
Zhongli Wuzhi sat in the driver’s seat, feeling a burning in his eyes, his vision growing blurrier...
There were so many beautiful mories he could recall.
But with the beautiful mories ca terrible ones.
That night, how did he lose all reason; how did he fail to notice...
Closing his eyes, he saw only Lu Xiaoer as she lay in bed that night, held in Song Jing’s arms, turning away from him, repeatedly saying, "No, it’s not..."
Those weak words were the only plea for help she could muster.
He himself had been drugged before and because of that, he now had a more profound understanding...
No strength at all, mind unclear, every word uttered with imnse difficulty.
Attempting to resist the body’s reactions could exhaust all of a person’s energy.
Zhongli Wuzhi took a breath, and just then, his phone rang. He answered the call,
"Hello?"
"Young Master Zhongli, I’ve looked into the matter you asked about, and I have so information."
Zhongli Wuzhi’s fox-like eyes opened, sharp light gleaming through their slits, "Speak."
"The person in charge of the hotel confird that soone did indeed check Miss Lu’s room registration records that evening. However, we can’t tell who it was just based on network access logs. It might take a little more ti."
"Is that all?"
"Not quite. Regarding the type of sedative you ntioned, the kind that doesn’t leave any residue, I found so information. It’s a kind of vaporizing aphrodisiac."
"Vaporizing?"
"That’s right, it evaporates into the air after use. This kind of drug is unique to M country."
"M country..."
"Yes."
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