This is all too chaotic.
He t her extrely shocked gaze not with aggression, but with a bitter smile. "Xixi, don’t be afraid. I won’t do anything..."
She took another step back, her stance still wary.
Around them, people were slowly passing by.
Perhaps it was those sa old won again? They wore bright lipstick and wide-legged trousers, carried colorful fans, and possessed a kind of carefully cultivated, charming beauty unique to the elderly.
The woman at the front of the group looked at Wan Donglin, her expression turning to one of surprise after just a single glance.
Wasn’t he a poor blind man before? Why has he suddenly transford into such an impressive figure?
But it was clearly him—his cane still lay beside him, accompanied by a few solitary coins.
No, wait. There’s no broken bowl—no props!
He wore a clean shirt, his posture was upright, his hair neat. In fact, Wan Donglin had ticulously grood himself before leaving ho today, much like soone going on a blind date, terrified his appearance would be rejected at first sight.
Actually, before leaving ho, he had genuinely forgotten he was going to et the woman he had lived with for two years. It felt as if he were eting a complete stranger for the first ti.
Even now, he still felt this way. Especially after she suddenly backed away, he grew more timid and uneasy, fearing instant rejection now that she truly saw him.
The old won departed, looking suspicious.
The few coins still lay solitarily on the bench. I really shouldn’t have taken advantage of their kindness, Wan Donglin thought. The problem was, he’d completely forgotten to chase after them and return the money.
His gaze remained fixed on the woman opposite him.
"Xixi..."
She suddenly let out a long, distressed sigh.
Her voice, as if carried from beyond the clouds, drifted to his ears on the wind.
"Xixi..."
She turned and ran.
"Xixi!"
"Hey, you promised to treat to a al! It’s almost ti, why aren’t you inviting ?"
"Hey, miss, you owe lunch! You clearly said you’d cook for yourself, and now you’re standing up again..."
However, she ran faster and faster.
"Xixi, you stood up again... Sigh, why is trying to mooch one al so difficult..."
Despite wearing high heels, her movents were surprisingly swift. In a short while, she had run far into the distance. The wind made her skirt sway, her dark hair fluttering. Her figure was so graceful, like a rose-hued classical scroll painting gradually fading from view.
The lingering fragrance of her perfu still hung in the air, and the nearby roses began to sway gracefully on their branches once more.
So *this* was what they ant by beauty that outshines the moon and makes flowers blush, he mused.
He suddenly laughed. Even though it was a bitter laugh, his mood was surprisingly good.
An oval-shaped grand terrace featured two rows of large bookshelves and, in front of white rattan chairs, a neat row of trailing flowering vines. Yan Xixi sat on the carpet, hugging her knees as she gazed at the scenery outside the window. The view opened up to a boundless forest park, filled with all sorts of towering ancient trees, the songs of various birds, and the fragrance of flowers. This place was suffused with the kind of refreshing air, rich in negative ions, that people loved most.
The apartnt’s layout, location, district, environnt, and even the surrounding anities, were all characteristic of a first-class, high-end community.
Nearby, all the residences were standalone villas.
Even this apartnt, decorated to an extre of sophistication, featured antique chandeliers, a dining table in the corner, and stunning, ingeniously designed wallpaper and decorative accents behind the large bed. A comfortable, long-pile white carpet covered the floor, and even the open-plan kitchen was bright and spotless.
For a long ti, she herself had found it sowhat strange. Why was such a large apartnt so cheap?
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