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Bo Yan looked at the self-righteous person before him and sighed leisurely.
“What about your phone?”
“It ran out of battery and turned off when the director’s team called me just now, didn’t you see?” Xia Siyu gave him a disdainful glance, thinking this guy must have a poor memory, right?
Bo Yan asked again, “Then do you remember which hotel it is?”
Xia Siyu shook her head with a “trivial matters are not worth mentioning” expression, “Who would remember that?”
Bo Yan was even more speechless. Seizing the last five percent of his phone battery, he hurriedly sent a location message on WeChat. He had just sent it but hadn’t had the chance to get a reply when the phone shut down due to low battery.
Well, that’s it. Completely out of contact now.
Unfortunately, this place is not like back home, where there are power banks and chargers everywhere on the streets; life here resembles that of a decade ago. Mobile payments are still not widespread, and people live leisurely and lazily, but there is also a trace of returning to simplicity and dull indifference.
“I’ve sent the location. The director’s team will definitely find us when they see it,” he said.
Xia Siyu nodded, slightly upset, “I can’t recognize the roads at night. If it were daytime, I would definitely know.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Not being able to find the way doesn’t matter, as every second with her here is extravagant.
Fortunately, the two of them found a chair by the roadside and silently sat down. Next to the chair was a citrus tree, and the scent wafted in the breeze.
This was a small square in the town, but unfortunately, towns abroad rarely have nightlife. Now at half-past nine, shops had mostly closed. The streets were not bustling with people even during the day and now were completely deserted. The good thing is that the area is mostly locals, so it’s quite safe here.
Since arriving in Sicily, Xia Siyu was followed by cameras and had to work with the program. Now, in the absence of control, her emotions finally relaxed.
Bo Yan turned to look at her, and Xia Siyu’s gaze was distant, but not in a melancholic way. Her nature has always been relentlessly positive, so in her gaze, there was no sorrow, just nostalgia.
Bo Yan wasn’t discovering for the first time that he didn’t really understand her. They met seven years ago and also broke up seven years ago. The time they spent together was too short, not enough to truly understand each other before she walked away. When they met again, she had already starred in a movie and had become an overnight sensation. Even when face-to-face, there was a chasm between them.
Latterly, the Bo Family and the Xia Family had intended an arranged marriage. Xia Sicai was unwilling to marry him, which resulted in pushing this lesser-known sister to the forefront. Bo Yan was not one to be easily manipulated, and he wouldn’t agree to a marriage without feelings, political or otherwise, until he saw the prospective bride was her.
But before and after the marriage, they both agreed not to interfere with each other’s lives. Xia Siyu is very direct; whether she likes or dislikes something, she shows it openly. Or to put it another way, if there is something she doesn’t want to tell you, she really doesn’t want to, and no amount of asking will help.
But now, he was no longer satisfied with just being her husband on paper. He desperately wanted to change the state of their relationship, to possess her, and also to have her open her heart to him.
Bo Yan tentatively asked, “Are you… very familiar with this place?”
Xia Siyu actually nodded, “I lived here for a while when I was a child.”