Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. The light in the car was dim and his eyes were already dark. At this moment, she could not see what he was thinking and his expression was completely unreadable.
Recently he had been taking his medicine on time and his emotions were under control.
But he was becoming more difficult to comprehend.
Under the flickering street lights, a coldness seemed to grow when she looked at his well-defined facial features.
Nan Zhi’s clear and beautiful eyes landed on his hands on the steering wheel. It seemed like there was something stuck in her throat, she was unable to say anything.
She had never dared to tell him about the handkerchief because she did not want and did not dare to hear the words that would come from his mouth.
Yes, when she lived in the manor, the old madam had already indirectly told her that there was a very important person in his heart.
Back when they were trapped on the deserted island, she heard him call out that person’s name when he was sick and feverish.
She knew all of this. She knew how important that person was to him.
She knew.
But she couldn’t make the words come out.
There was a heavy silence in the car. Nan Zhi pursed her lips and looked at the rain-swept world outside the windshield. Steeling herself inwardly, she said coldly, “All I saw was a beggar woman, but I don’t know if she’s the person you’re looking for.”
Without waiting for him to say anything, she said. “Stop the car.”
Mu Sihan looked at Nan Zhi and said simply, “She’s like family to me.”
A trace of ridicule went past Nan Zhi’s lips.
Family? The definition of family is very broad. A lover and a wife could also be called family.
A handkerchief could make him care so much. If that person appeared…
“Mu Sihan, I don’t want to argue with you. I worked overtime all night yesterday and I’m tired. I want to be alone now. Stop the car.”
Her voice was cold and her expression frosty.
Mu Sihan pressed his lips together into a tight line and said nothing. He immediately turn on the turn signal and stopped the car by the roadside.
Nan Zhi felt a tinge of hurt, but she brushed it away. It was still within her control. But the emotions in her chest suddenly swelled to a peak when he suddenly stopped the car so she could get off.
Unfastening her seatbelt, and pushed the car door to get down.
But the door was locked.
After Nan Zhi pushed hard at the door several times, she still could not open it. She looked at the man with one hand on the steering wheel and knitted her eyebrows together. “Aren’t you letting me out of the car?”
Mu Sihan looked at her and said, “Her surname is Mu, my adoptive father’s daughter.”
Nan Zhi bit her lips and her eyelashes fluttered.
She did not say anything else and nor did he.
After about ten minutes of silence, he said, “I’ll take you back.”
The car started and the two of them fell silent again.
After crossing the highway, the rain became heavier. When they were about to turn into another single lane, a thin figure suddenly staggered across the road.
With a screech of burning rubber, the friction between the tire brakes and the road made a sharp sound.
Nan Zhi’s body lurched forward again.
Before she could respond to what had happened, the man in the driver’s seat suddenly pushed open the door and got out.
Nan Zhi thought they had hit someone and there was a squeeze in her heart. She wanted to get off the car to check, when suddenly, she saw a few beggars in the distance running towards her, seemingly chasing someone.
A silver light flashed and Nan Zhi saw that the beggar in the lead was the leader of the group of beggars who had bullied the beggar who had dropped the handkerchief.
Nan Zhi’s hand, which was about to push open the door, paused and her breath hitched.
…
Mu Sihan got off the car and walked quickly to the thin figure who was knocked down by the car.
A beggar woman?
Despite the heavy rain, he could smell a foul odor.
He frowned and raised his hand to push away the messy and dirty hair covering the woman’s face.