Bao Gucheng arrived in the city too early.
The hospital worked overnight on the DNA comparison, but the results weren’t ready yet.
So he headed straight to Qingcheng High School.
Justifiably, to see Zuzi first.
Who would have thought.
A bolt from the blue!
The entire floor for the senior year was tightly shut with no one in sight—
As it turned out, it was coincidentally the social practice day for the senior year, organized to work in the countryside and visit Nuwa’s tomb, recently enhanced with safety measures after a lightning strike. They had left early in the morning by bus.
He and Zuzi just passed each other, one on the way into the city, the other out, perfectly missing each other.
Bao Gucheng was left with a suffocating feeling, with no one to express it to!
For a moment, he really thought about flying a plane to chase after her, but considering she was with a group of classmates, he couldn’t do what he wanted in front of them, and it wouldn’t be satisfying to be watched.
Fortunately, Zuzi was only in the countryside for a practical course, and could return as early as tonight or by tomorrow at the latest, so he could wait.
The man suppressed the tumult in his heart, and detoured into the library along the way.
Wei Yang, the gatekeeper, quickly followed him upstairs, dutifully reporting on Zuzi’s noon rests in the library, and also on Zuzi’s recent scolding of a malicious teacher-student pair.
Bao Gucheng casually flipped through the books she had read, his lips curling slightly: "Always claiming she’s a little Ancestor, yet she loses the airs when she plays tricks on people, quite mischievous."
Wei Yang: "No, no, I think Miss Xi is sincere and unconventional, quite generous!" In other words, she has the bearing of a matriarch.
Sure enough, Bao Gucheng’s face looked better after hearing that: "That’s true."
Just then, a note slipped from between the pages of the book.
This was Bao Gucheng’s book, but he had never noticed when a paper had slipped inside.
Unfolding it, it was unfamiliar handwriting, with lines of poetry that made one’s face flush and heart race.
"Could it be that Miss Xi left you a message?"
Bao Gucheng stared at the handwriting.
They say handwriting reflects the person.
From his impression of Zuzi, her writing wouldn’t be so contrived or petty.
After turning over the note, there were more lines on the back!
Phoenix Dance, Whale Falls Cloud Rest.
It had that unique grand serenity he recognized from her.
"This is her writing." Bao Gucheng smiled as he looked at Zuzi’s critique of the poem on the other side of the paper.
From word choice and phrasing, criticizing the character and mood, to the style and penmanship... in short, the poem was "crap!"
It was certainly her character.
She never dwelt on things she didn’t like, expressing her feelings directly.
Bao Gucheng didn’t care who left the poem, he was focused and read Zuzi’s writing over and over, finally unable to resist adding his strokes next to hers, the ink dancing together...
Wei Yang looked on in a daze: "Mr. Bo, your writing and Miss Xi’s are so well-matched, like they’re one..."
Her handwriting, like his, had an inexplicable identical style.
He had never practiced calligraphy, didn’t belong to any school like "Running Script, Standard Script, Clerical Script, Seal Script", creating a unique style.
How could her writing resemble his so closely?
Bao Gucheng wrote freely and put the note back in place, closing the book.
Suddenly, Wei Yang exclaimed while holding up a phone: "Mr. Bo, something seems wrong, the little Ancestor seems to be in trouble..."
Bao Gucheng’s brow furrowed: "What is it, speak!"
Wei Yang: "We previously found that Miss Xi is the daughter of the Xi family who was lost for eighteen years and just reunited. So why is there now online gossip about her ’fake heiress usurping a nest’? Even her second brother Xi Langyue and third brother Xi Chansha..."
Bao Gucheng’s expression immediately darkened with a frosty chill!