Su Li isn’t visiting M Country for the first ti; she has been here before with Chu Canyang on trips with their adoptive parents.
But the feelings she has coming to M Country this ti are vastly different from those before.
All around are blond, blue-eyed Western n and won, their features striking and beautiful, with English conversations filling the air.
Su Li vaguely overhears people discussing another shooting incident ahead.
The victim seems to be Asian again.
Su Li exchanges a glance with Xiao Heng, their hearts chilling and palms sweating.
As their destination gets closer, Su Li feels even more anxious and restless, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her phone vibrates in her pocket, pausing her steps as she quickly takes it out, hoping it’s a ssage from Tuanzi.
It turns out not to be a ssage from Tuanzi, but a notification from the consulate after landing, reminding them to stay safe outside, with contact numbers and such in a mass ssage.
In that instant, all hope falls away, and Su Li staggers slightly.
Su Li and Xiao Heng walk towards the incident site, where it’s already cordoned off, the scene covered in blood, nearby blond and blue-eyed foreign police officers saying sothing.
Su Li vaguely understands that they’re talking about a young Asian man on a business trip here.
Tears in Su Li’s purple eyes can no longer be held back, falling freely.
Inside, a few staff are preparing to place the bodies into body bags to send them to the funeral ho.
Xiao Heng’s eyes widen suddenly in shock, yelling, "Su Li, where are you going?"
Su Li has walked in, her eyes red as she says in a somber voice, "I want to see."
Xiao Heng curses quietly and quickly steps forward, smiling and explaining sothing to the wary, plump staff.
"Miss, what are you doing? Are you a relative of the deceased?" A young staff mber sees a beautiful Oriental girl with reddened eyes approaching, pulling at the body bags, and imdiately asks.
Su Li is montarily stunned by the question—is she a relative of the deceased?
Su Li chokes up instantly, tears flow down, gasping for breath as she says, "Still, still not ti to beco relatives."
They hadn’t yet beco relatives; the only bond between them was a child nad Tuanzi.
Not relatives, not lovers, nothing at all.
Su Li suddenly recalls her promise to give him an answer when he returned ho.
Except he never made it back...
Su Li squats down, wrapping her arms around her legs, letting the tears overflow, a single drop falling onto the bloody ground.
The pain in her heart surges like a river, pounding with each swell.
"Miss, I sincerely regret that you may be very upset, but please do not interfere with our work, and leave imdiately!"
Nearby, a plump staff mber seems irritable, and surely working late at night wouldn’t make anyone happy, even if they were getting triple overti pay.
Su Li stands there and then gets pushed outside by the staff.
Su Li stumbles, falling to the ground.
Her palm scrapes against the coarse surface, instantly breaking the skin, fresh blood seeping from her fair skin, staining her palm, yet she can’t feel the pain.
Su Li stares at her blood-stained palm in a trance, not knowing whether for herself or for soone else, suddenly sobbing aloud: "Feng Huaijin..."
The chill wind carries away her trembling voice...
A hand suddenly rests on her shoulder, a voice full of interest: "Hm? Calling for what? I’m not dead yet, who are you mourning for?"
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