If it wasn’t for the head injury, things would have been a lot easier.
Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, "Shall we take a look together?"
Ji Mingqian replied, "Let’s go."
On the way to the basent, Ji Mingqian seed at several points as if he wanted to say sothing but hesitated.
Ye Jiuliang noticed this and suppressed a laugh at the corner of her lips.
Tired of his hemming and hawing, Ye Jiuliang laughed lightly, "If you have sothing to say, just say it. Don’t beat around the bush. You’re acting so timid, I’m starting to doubt if you’re the Ji Mingqian I know."
Teased by her like this, a flicker of embarrassnt crossed Ji Mingqian’s eyes. He lifted his hand to scratch the back of his head.
He cleared his throat, "Has his injury gotten any better?"
Seeing his awkward manner, Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but laugh unkindly.
Lifting her head, she put on a grave expression, "Not really."
"What do you an, not really? Has his condition worsened?" asked Ji Mingqian anxiously.
He himself had suffered even more severe injuries yet now that it was that person who was hurt, he couldn’t stay calm.
"Not taking his dicine on ti, how could it get better?" Ye Jiuliang purposely scared him.
Ji Mingqian frowned deeply. What in the world was that fool thinking?
"Wouldn’t Li Mochan make him take his dicine? How could he let him be so willful?"
Ye Jiuliang gave him a sidelong glance, her voice tinged with lancholy, "Why don’t you mind him yourself? What’s it to my Li Mochan?"
Ji Mingqian was at a loss for words, then squeezed out, "He’s his cousin, isn’t it natural for him to look after him?"
"So if Li Mochan asked him to give up on you, you’d think that’s okay?"
"I..."
With a sullen face, Ji Mingqian turned his gaze to her, a hint of resentnt in his eyes.
It was just one comnt about Li Mochan, was there really a need to defend him so vehently?
Hanging his head low, he said with a disappointed tone, "His phone is off."
He had called so many tis, and his phone had always been off.
"Have you thought it through?" Ye Jiuliang laughed lightly.
Ji Mingqian fell silent for a mont, then paused in his steps.
Ye Jiuliang stopped as well and looked at him intently.
After a while, Ji Mingqian said in a muffled voice, "At least, letting go is not an option."
After saying this, Ji Mingqian swept away the gloom between his eyebrows, and his handso face once again wore a carefree smile.
He said playfully, "Ajiu, it looks like we’re destined to be family in this life."
Ye Jiuliang gave him a look of disdain, "Dream on, who would want to be your family."
The person hadn’t even been won back, and here he was, speaking as if it was already a sure thing.
Still needing her help, Ji Mingqian didn’t pick this ti to retort, "Hey, Master Jiu, do a favor, will you?"
His attitude in asking for help seed sincere. Ye Jiuliang couldn’t help but be amused. Without him saying, she could already guess what he was going to say next.
She crossed her arms, her smile teasing, "Let’s get one thing straight, I promised soone secrecy. I don’t know anything, so don’t ask ."
"Of course," Ji Mingqian responded with a conspiratorial smile, and tried to probe by beating around the bush, "I’ve been so bored lately, I’m thinking of traveling abroad to have a change of scenery. How do you feel about a trip to M country?"
Ye Jiuliang tried to hold back her inner laughter while keeping a straight face, "I think that’s a good idea."
Ji Mingqian’s eyes lifted at the corners, and the two shared an unspoken smile.
The place he couldn’t track must be at the Dark Hall.
Getting the answer he wanted, Ji Mingqian extended his hand towards Ye Jiuliang, "I owe you a al."
Ye Jiuliang glanced at him and extended her long, jade-like hand to give him a high five, quipping, "You and soone sure are in sync, thinking you can fob off with just a al."
Knowing who he was referring to as ’soone,’ Ji Mingqian chuckled lowly.
"I owe you a red envelope, is that better?"
Ye Jiuliang curved a smile, "Barely acceptable."
With the weight finally lifted off his heart, Ji Mingqian’s steps lightened considerably.
Pushing open the door, it wasn’t as dark as he expected.
Ji Mingqian saw a man sitting in the corner against the wall; a surge of anger spread from his chest.
Compared to the once bold and vigorous Wang Shuo, the man had beco haggard and seed to exude a sinister air.
He was almost unrecognizable from the spirited man he once knew.
That old man Mo Ce, how dare he turn Wang Shuo into this ghostly figure, despicable.
Hearing the door open, the man in the corner moved.
Wang Shuo had been awake for a while already, but he was still weak from the effects of the silver needle, unable to muster any strength.
His pale face stared at the two people walking towards him, expressionless.
Ji Mingqian stepped forward, bent down, and rested his hand on Wang Shuo’s shoulder, "Wang Shuo, do you really not recognize us anymore?"
"Back off." Already restrained and irritable, Wang Shuo turned fierce as he saw Ji Mingqian and the others.
"Wang Shuo, you weren’t like this before. The Wang Shuo we know is open-hearted and just. Don’t be deceived by Mo Ce, it’s his fault you’ve turned out like this," Ji Mingqian called out loudly, grabbing his shoulder, trying to awaken his mory.
Wang Shuo seed not to hear, struggling to raise his hand only to find it was futile.
He snapped harshly, "Get lost."
"Aqian, step aside and wait over there," Ye Jiuliang’s voice ca from behind.
Ji Mingqian looked at Wang Shuo with complicated eyes, then withdrew his hand and stood up slowly.
Ye Jiuliang took out a vial from her pocket; Ji Mingqian held his breath in understanding.
She unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle to Wang Shuo’s nose.
Caught unawares, Wang Shuo fell for it as the odd fragrance rushed into his nostrils.
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