If she wronged him...
If it’s only a hypothesis for now, sothing that hasn’t actually happened yet, sothing that hasn’t really wronged him, or does it an that the mont she said that sentence, she had already done sothing that wronged Ah Liu?
There’s no way their eting was sothing she deliberately arranged, right?
Old novels used to have that kind of lodramatic plot.
If it was only that, Ah Liu should be able to handle it. After all, whether it was arranged or not, so many years have passed. Later Shi Xiaoching really did end up with him and had his child. Whether their eting was arranged or not isn’t such an important thing anymore now, is it?
The fear is just that the truth might be sothing far more serious.
Shi Xiaoching, what kind of person is she really?
And what exactly is her background?
Jiang Xiao put the painting on the table and sat there staring at it for a long ti.
As she thought and thought, her mind jumped back to ng Xinian again.
So many days had passed; she still had no idea what exactly ng Xinian’s situation was now.
And then there was the Lu Family, the Long Family, and the Gao Family—why were they so set on sending ng Xinian to Ke Ku Li? Were they really planning to do sothing to him over there?
If that was the case, what kind of danger would ng Xinian be facing over there?
Jiang Xiao took out a small cloth pouch and couldn’t help tightening her grip on it.
Inside this cloth pouch was the Thousand Mile Talisman Diagram, while the other half was on ng Xinian.
She really had this impulse to try and see if she could go to ng Xinian’s side.
But doing that was far too dangerous.
First, the distance was way too far. Even if she could really get over there, once she arrived she might very well fall straight into a coma.
And second, she had absolutely no idea what kind of environnt ng Xinian was in right now, or whether there was anyone around him.
If there happened to be people at his side, and she just appeared like that out of thin air, wouldn’t that be a complete disaster?
The ones with him should be those Eight Elites Squad mbers, and those people were definitely not easy to fool.
So this route was simply not feasible at all.
She put away the little cloth pouch and let out a long breath.
At this very mont, ng Xinian was sitting behind a wall in the middle of a stretch of ruins, his back against the wall. His clothes were torn in several places, and there was a wound on his arm. It had already been tightly bandaged with strips of cloth, but blood was still seeping through.
Sitting shoulder to shoulder against the wall beside him was Wei Yixi.
Wei Yixi looked even more battered than he did, his face covered in gri so that his original features could barely be made out. His waist and chest were tightly wrapped, and one hand was still dripping blood, trembling slightly.
His other hand gripped a dagger. He sat there with his eyes closed, panting. After a while, he suddenly let out a low laugh, opened his eyes, turned his head to look at ng Xinian, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tell , are we just terribly unlucky, or was this whole thing originally aid at you?"
Last night they’d said they were sending people out to rescue a few civilians trapped in the artillery crossfire zone. But not long after they set out, he noticed that sothing seed wrong with ng Xinian’s communications—no matter how he called him, ng Xinian never heard.
The rest of them had all already received the notice that the mission was being canceled at the last minute, but ng Xinian never got it and still charged into this section of the combat zone.
ng Xinian’s face was also sared black, gray, and white; only his eyes were still dark and bright like stars.
He glanced at Wei Yixi and said, "Since you knew sothing was off, why did you still follow ?"
He really hadn’t received the last-minute cancellation order. He’d originally wanted to push on further toward the objective when Wei Yixi followed and grabbed hold of him.
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