Chapter 370: Chapter 344: A Bouquet of Withered, Yellowed, and Blackened Flowers
After leaving Aunt Li’s house, Fu Yisi asked Secretary Cai to take them to the house where Ah Xing used to live.
From the outside, it didn’t seem too old, just desolate from years of being uninhabited.
Locks hung on the gate, covered in dust and rusted over.
“Since Ah Xing left, no one else has been here. Even when the town conducted cleaning activities, they would only clean around the courtyard and never went inside.”
First, they didn’t have the authority, and second, the townspeople thought there was something ominous about the house, feeling bad luck even approaching it.
Secretary Cai looked at Fu Yisi with caution, silently praying he wouldn’t want to go inside.
The man just stood outside the door, looking at the house before him.
When leaving Aunt Li’s house just now, Aunt Li had made a comment.
“Are you looking for Ah Xing? That child has a scar on the left side of his face.”
The photo sent from Qin Zhen showed Fu Zhixing’s face covered in blood.
His aunt had lived in this small house for a few years.
According to the information gathered, it’s very likely that his aunt hadn’t contacted them for all these years because she had suffered a serious injury and lost her memory.
That could explain why she was still alive but hadn’t contacted the Fu Family for so many years.
Because she had forgotten.
Swallowing hard, Fu Yisi kept his hand clenched into a fist in his pocket.
She was still alive, truly living somewhere they didn’t know about.
The man lowered his eyes, concealing all emotions, his voice hoarse.
Knowing that she had lived here was enough; there was no need to break through the gate and destroy every trace that had existed.
A gust of wind blew by, making the windows buzz. At the moment Fu Yisi turned around, the tattered curtains were blown open by the wind that had found its way in from somewhere.
On the table, a vase, with a bunch of withered, yellowed, blackened flowers.
Dried out and flat, it seemed like the wind would shatter them with just a little more strength and carry them away.
Those were the Red Roses that Fu Zhixing left behind before his departure.
The phone had been by the pillow all night; when Ji Sang woke up the next day, the battery was very low.
After plugging in the charger, Ji Sang went to freshen up.
There was a small mirror in the bathroom where she could see the dark circles under her eyes, and thinking about how she fell asleep during the video chat last night made Ji Sang suddenly laugh.
Even though she went to bed late, she had slept well and had a good dream.
Fu Yisi was in the dream, as was the handsome young man she met at the orphanage.
This time, she clearly saw the handsome young man’s face.
After a quick wash, Ji Sang went to the dining room for breakfast with Min Yunwen as usual.
She took Fu Yisi’s advice seriously and wore a surgical mask.
At this time of day, the dining room would usually be almost full, but today there were only a sparse ten or so people.
Ji Sang’s good mood came to a halt, and her brows furrowed.
“I hope it’s just a simple cold.”
Min Yunwen gave Ji Sang a glance but said nothing.
When leaving their room, Min Yunwen hadn’t worn a mask and only put one on after Ji Sang’s persistent reminders.
Now, seeing the people in the dining room, even the previously indifferent Min Yunwen started to take this illness seriously.
And what if this disease is highly contagious?
They are at sea, on this ship, and if it really is some other disease, the most they could do would be to stay put in their own rooms.