The door opened, and Yun Ya walked in.
Pei Qinghan’s gaze shifted over, the dim lights made it somewhat difficult to distinguish her face clearly, but her graceful and delicate figure was like a fully bloomed begonia flower in the light of time, unspeakably beautiful.
"Feeling better?" Her voice was also very gentle and pleasant.
Compared to ten years before and ten years later, there wasn’t much change.
He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Much better, thank you."
Yun Ya smiled, "You’ve saved me a few times; I should be the one thanking you."
Such a distant tone of voice stirred a sense of discomfort in Pei Qinghan’s heart. He steadied his thoughts and then asked, "Do you have something to talk to me about?"
Yun Ya nodded, "Indeed, I do."
She reached into her bag, pulled out a photo, and handed it to him, "Do you recognize the person in this photo?"
Pei Qinghan took it and looked closely with his eyes widened.
Yun Ya saw him struggling to see the photo clearly and frowned, "Are your eyes failing you again?"
Pei Qinghan laughed it off, "Old problem."
It must have been due to the lime that got into his eyes back then and wasn’t cleaned out in time, leaving behind problems. Yusheng had said that to completely cure it, he would need a corneal transplant. It seemed she would have to call Mary; with Mary’s connections, finding a suitable cornea should not be difficult.
This was what she owed Pei Qinghan, and she wanted to repay him personally.
Pei Qinghan’s vision was blurry, but he wasn’t entirely blind. He was able to carefully identify the person in the photo, who was the same young man Yun Shu had asked him to bring back from abroad just a few days earlier.
The whole process had been very smooth, but after returning to the country, a little accident had occurred—the person was lost.
This was his mistake, and under such circumstances, he could no longer accept anything from Yun Shu.
Yun Ya’s smile was cold, "Mr. Pei is not unfamiliar with him. Two days ago, your people brought him back from Germany. Being able to avoid the eyes of the local federal police and the underworld to get him on the plane, it seems Mr. Pei also has quite an influence abroad."
The tone was full of sarcasm.
Pei Qinghan’s hand clenching the photo tightened as he looked up at her, "Who is he to you?"
Yun Ya smiled, "My twin brother."
Pei Qinghan’s pupils suddenly shrank, then he laughed at himself, "I’m sorry, I didn’t know."
Yun Ya didn’t blame him; after all, ignorance is not a sin. But in the end, he also had to take some responsibility. Yun Ya came today to tell him that if someone dared to harm her brother again, she would fight them with her life.
Pei Qinghan pursed his lips, "Yun Shu."
The expected answer made Yun Ya sarcastically smile.
"Yun Shu is your grandmother, why would she do this?" No wonder the young man looked familiar at first sight. So it turned out he was actually Yun Ya’s twin brother, and you could find similar features between their brows and eyes.
"For a madwoman, killing doesn’t need a reason." Yun Ya pulled the photo from his hand, speaking indifferently, "I came here today to tell you, if anyone dares to hurt my brother, I will fight them to the death."
With those words, she turned and left.
After walking a couple of steps, she glanced sideways, her half cheek against the dark hair’s shade stunningly beautiful, yet also indifferent and ruthless.
"Your eyes will get better, even if it’s just to repay your kindness from ten years ago."
After speaking, she left without looking back.
Pei Qinghan’s outstretched hand fell weakly, empty and forlorn, just like his heart at that moment.
How cold-hearted a word it was, because of the lack of desire for entanglement, to draw a clear line after repaying the debt.
But what to do? He didn’t want repayment; he wanted you to owe him forever.
Yun Ya walked out of the Pei Family Villa, into the deep night. She followed the path downhill.
The streetlights elongated her shadow, which, following her leisurely steps, always trailed behind her like a silent companion; in the loneliness of the deep night, only her shadow kept her company.
Du Shan was driving the car slowly, keeping a distance of two to three meters behind her.
The night was a bit chilly. Yun Ya wrapped her coat tighter around herself as she lazily kicked the small stones along the roadside.
After walking for some time, she arrived at the next intersection and stopped at the curb to wait for the traffic light.
Cars passed by one after another, their gusts lifting her long hair and the hem of her dress. In the cool of the night, she appeared ethereal as the wind, stunningly picturesque.
Her phone beeped twice with a message. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI★Fire.net
Yun Ya took it out and unlocked it, a message from an unfamiliar number.
Seeing the message, Yun Ya’s eyes narrowed slightly.
[Ji Yunya, do you know who I am?]
Yun Ya typed quickly on the screen and sent a response.
[Mai Zheng, do you find this amusing?]