Gan Yuan looked around at the numb expressions of the people, her gaze falling on the gradually filled grave.
If it were her lying here, who would cry for her?!
A warm hand gently landed on her shoulder, and then, Huangfu Jue’s gentle voice rose softly beside her ear.
"It’s windy here, let’s go back," he said.
Gan Yuan nodded gently and walked down the mountain with him, her gaze quickly sweeping around.
Originally, she had been worried that Moses would continue to pester her; surprisingly, he was nowhere to be seen, and even after looking around, she couldn’t find a trace of him—it seemed he had already left.
Back in the car at the foot of the mountain, Huangfu Jue raised his hand to remove the corsage from her chest, then looked at her with concern and asked.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I’m just..." Gan Yuan’s gaze returned to the cemetery on the mountain, "Ajue, if I died, would you cry for me?"
The man raised his eyebrows and bluntly spat out two words, "No!"
She turned her face away.
He stared into her eyes and continued, "I mean, you won’t die."
She smiled, "I was just assuming."
The man’s face darkened, "There’s no assuming, I’ll forgive you this time, but you’re not allowed to ask such questions again."
The mere thought would break his heart; he didn’t want to make that assumption.
Gan Yuan hadn’t expected her offhand question to elicit such a reaction from him.
"Ajue," she steadied his arm, "I was joking... I won’t do it again."
At this moment, the man’s emotions eased slightly, and turning his face toward her, he raised his hand to cradle her cheek.
"I want you to live well, to see me become a competent king, to see Xiaotang grow up... to stay with me until the end of our days."
Her heart instantly softened, her eyes turned sore, and she felt an urge to cry.
Since coming of age, she had learned not to cry, but since being with him, she found herself becoming unexpectedly sentimental.
"I..." She pursed her lips, "I will try... to live well."
Only then did he smile with satisfaction, opened his palm and drew her into his embrace, then leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.
The blue sports car drove onto the main road, jostled over a bumpy path, and as it watched the car ahead take the bend, Qiao Liang gradually slowed down, glancing around.
This was a secluded spot by the sea, probably a former fish farm that now lay abandoned. What was Moses doing here?
Watching the car that reappeared ahead stop by the seaside, he sharply turned the steering wheel, reversed into the small road, and drove back onto the main road.
"Sir?" his subordinate watching the rearview mirror remarked, "This kid... he’s not chickening out, is he?"
Moses stretched his legs and got out of the car, striding towards the sea. He fumbled an old coin from between his fingers, flipped it, then caught it again.
"One US Dollar, I bet he’ll come back," he said.
The subordinate’s gaze fell on the coin in his hand. Ever since he started working for Moses, the coin had been in his possession, so frequently handled that both sides of the coin were now smooth and shiny.
He knew that the coin was very important to Moses—for him, this one-dollar coin was worth more than a hundred million.
"Sir," the subordinate who had been watching from a distance quickly approached, "Qiao Liang has returned; he’s over there in the woods."
Moses turned his head, looking towards the nearby woodland, and slipped the coin back into his pocket.
Belated good morning~!~