Chapter 263: Chapter 260: He Can’t Control Himself
In such a vast environnt, they all beca minorities.
But Wen Xian didn’t care at all.
After posting on Weibo, she imdiately turned off her phone.
She didn’t know, nor did she want to know, what people online were saying about her.
When the wall falls, everyone pushes; when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.
Since ancient tis, it has always been this way.
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In fact, she had seen through this long ago, but no matter what, whether sothing can hurt you still depends on how much it weighs in your heart.
Even if one day she could no longer make it in the entertainnt industry, she could just choose an isolated island, live by the sea, watch the sunrise and sunset, and listen to the tides rise and fall.
The sound of morning bells and evening drums, taking it as it cos.
Simply nurturing flowers, reading books—it was good.
Life is never fixed; there are many paths to choose, but every choice must be made with care.
Because, this choice could very well be, for a lifeti.
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Kekexili, governed area.
“Boss! I need to take the afternoon off!” Sang Nian said to Lu Xiao after dinner.
Lu Xiao was polishing a part from a car in the backyard, ignoring him.
Seeing that he didn’t reply, Sang Nian continued, “Boss, please, I really have sothing to do this afternoon.”
The man finally stood up, still holding a tool, and said coldly, “What is it.”
At those words, Sang Nian hesitated, looked down at the bag in his hand, and said:
“Sister Xian is still not well; I heard she fell again. Mom took so Tibetan traditional dicine wine from ho for treating injuries; she asked to deliver it to Sister Xian.
Also, Sister Xian told that there are so of her clothes still in our guest room; she asked to find ti to bring them to her too.”
After his words fell, the arch of the man’s shoulders tensed slightly.
Injured again!?
He looked at him, “When did she contact you?”
Sang Nian, under his piercing gaze, stamred:
“I reached out first; I asked Sister Xian when she was coming back. I’ve kept all her things ready, but Sister Xian said she’s not coming back and asked to help send them over…”
Upon hearing this.
The man: “…”
With each autumn rain, the cold intensifies; the day seed even colder, the grasslands had turned dull yellow, and the sand on the Gobi desert was cold and hard.
At this mont, under the chilly skies, his figure stood motionless.
Like a cold stone statue that seed about to shatter with a gentle push.
“Boss…?”
Sang Nian spoke.
Lu Xiao turned around; his voice when he spoke again was hoarse and muffled, “No leave allowed.”
As he spoke, his gaze swept to the side:
“Put down what you’re holding; you don’t need to worry about her matters, nor do you need to deliver her things.”
“Then who will—” send, Sang Nian hadn’t finished his last word when it seed he suddenly realized sothing, his throat choked up, and finally, he managed:
“Okay, I won’t take leave.”
Having said that, he set down the cloth bag containing the Tibetan traditional dicine wine by the wall.
He quickly disappeared in a puff of smoke.
One second, two seconds passed.
The man slowly turned around, his gaze landing on the cloth bag by the wall.
…
The man who had been busy finally stopped.
In the end, his tall fra slowly leaned against the wall, his tool hanging down.
His hands were still stained with so engine oil.
anwhile, he leaned against the wall, his chest heaving deeply.
He looked down and took out his phone from his pocket.
One step, then another, it seed he had already beco very proficient at this.
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