Once everything was tied properly, he dusted off his hands and looked at Xia Xiaonuan, saying, "Rember to take off your shoes tonight. I’ll wash them for you."
Back then, Qiqi always felt that whatever Nan Mo did for her was only natural. She never imagined that the boy who held her dearly would suddenly disappear from her world one day.
Therefore, she said sowhat impatiently, "Got it, you’re so naggy! I’m going to play!"
"Wait a second!" Nan Mo called her back, took out a faded plaid handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead, "Your hair is almost soaked, you look like a dirty little kid." His handso face showed a look of disdain.
Nan Mo’s soft plaid handkerchief always carried the scent of laundry soap.
Qiqi sniffed that scent, wrinkled her nose playfully, then laughed at Nan Mo and ran off.
Leaving Nan Mo standing there alone, gently wiping his fingers with the handkerchief, his gaze fixed in the direction of Xia Xiaonuan, a smile on his lips.
"Alright..." A voice rang in her ear, and Xia Xiaonuan snapped back to reality, seeing the college version of Nan Mo standing before her.
Mature, handso, gentle, but... no longer hers.
She stared blankly for a few seconds, her mind completely blank for a few monts. She finally managed to suppress the urge to reach out and hug him.
"Th-thank you." Xia Xiaonuan stamred, her face flushing under Shaochen’s gaze, and she lowered her head in panic.
Shaochen stared at her face for a few seconds. In the dim light, her face wasn’t very clear. His fingertips twitched slightly before he reached out, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, silently led her to the car, opened the door for her, and arranged for her to sit inside.
The car quickly headed back the way they had co.
The entire wilderness was left with nothing but a fake-license-plate taxi and a wide-eyed dead black driver.
Inside the car, the cramped space, Xia Xiaonuan wrapped her arms around herself, her head drooping, as if she hadn’t yet recovered from the terror.
Shaochen looked at her, took out his jacket from the back, and personally draped it over her.
"Th-thank you." Xia Xiaonuan said in a trembling voice, her head still lowered.
Suddenly, a hand grasped Xia Xiaonuan’s hand.
Xia Xiaonuan shook all over.
Instinctively, she looked up at Shaochen.
Shaochen tightly gripped her hand, as if trying to convey calm and strength to her.
His brows furrowed slightly, yet his clear eyes were bright. He smiled at her and said, "Don’t be scared. It’s over. That person is already dead."
Xia Xiaonuan looked at Shaochen with a complex expression.
His gentle deanor was still exactly the sa as many years ago.
Yet, her Nan Mo had indeed changed.
It was hard to imagine that this handso, elegant man had just now, with swift, precise, and ruthless actions, personally ended a living person’s life.
She never thought that he could kill soone without even blinking.
All along, Shaochen gave people the impression of being gentle, mild as water.
If she hadn’t seen it herself, perhaps no one would believe he could have such a cold and cruel side.
Just how much more does she not know about the man in front of her?
Ti can truly erode many things. What once seed unchanging forever, may, after many years, transform into sothing entirely different.
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