The twin-tailed girl looked at the money in her hand, then raised her head toward where Mo Yi had already vanished around the corner. She murmured to herself, "But I have money of my own."
After realizing she could not catch up to Mo Yi, the twin-tailed girl solemnly placed the money he had given her into her pink cat wallet, intending to find a chance to return it to him.
But then, she discovered another problem.
She did not seem to know his name, nor did she know how to find him.
According to her sister, he should count as her friend, yet she had not even told him her name. That was terribly rude.
The other side of Two Blossoms.
"Next customer—"
Because of the encounter with the twin-tailed girl, Mo Yi had not returned by the time the cashier called Kiana.
Kiana could only steel herself and carry her basket over to check out. She looked perfectly fine on the surface, but inside, she was furiously cursing Mo Yi for being such a scumbag.
Could he really have been calculating the meager amount of money she had left?
But!
The money hidden beneath the insoles of her shoes was the last of her savings after paying rent. If she could not get reimbursed by Mo Yi, she would have to live on tap water until her next paycheck!
And besides, would it not be a little awkward to take off her shoes for money now?
Some things passed faster the more you wanted them to slow down. For example, the cashier checking out Kiana's items was incredibly skilled, scanning everything in the basket in just over twenty seconds.
"That'll be 520 yuan—"
The moment the cashier spoke, the gunshot of fate rang beside Kiana's ears!
What was she supposed to do? Should she take off her shoes right there and pull out her last living expenses to pay?!
Sonic Kiana
"Add this bottle of cola too—"
Kiana had been about to pretend to drop her phone, lower her head, and take the money from her shoe to pay.
As for being discovered, that was impossible. Kiana might only be an E-rank Cultivator, but for various reasons, once she got serious, her overall abilities far surpassed the level of those E-rank small fries.
In particular, her registered title was "Sonic Kiana," which showed that speed was what she excelled at most.
As long as she took off her shoes, grabbed the money, and put them back on quickly enough, ordinary people's eyes would not be able to keep up with her movements. Naturally, they would never notice that the money she used to pay had come from beneath her soles.
But just as she was about to act, a bottle of cola was placed before her. She looked up—
That guy Mo Yi had finally returned.
Kiana finally breathed a sigh of relief. She no longer had to worry about getting reimbursed by Mo Yi later, and she also felt ashamed for suspecting that he had deliberately ditched her so she would pay.
Of course, Kiana would not say any of those deeper emotional changes out loud.
"Mo Yi, you took way too long."
Kiana complained irritably, then said nothing more. No matter what, Mo Yi was still her landlord, and he was the kind soul treating her to dinner later. If she offended him, she would be the one suffering in the end.
"I ran into a little accident—"
For now, Kiana was merely an ordinary tenant. Mo Yi had no intention of explaining what had happened earlier to her in detail. She was not his girlfriend, so why did he need to explain so much?
After paying, Mo Yi picked up the two large bags of supplies and turned to leave.
"Let's go, Kiana."
"Okay—"
Kiana carried the happy water Mo Yi had specifically bought and hurried after him in tiny steps. Curious, she asked, "You still haven't said what accident you ran into, Mo Yi."
Mo Yi turned back and looked at Kiana seriously.
"Kiana, do you know why Old Master Qin from the next street lived to be a hundred?"
"I haven't even lived with you yet, so how would I know why Old Master Qin from the next street could live to a hundred—"
Kiana followed Mo Yi for quite a while before saying with some distress, "And does Old Master Qin living to a hundred have anything to do with the accident you mentioned?"
Mo Yi: "..."
After he asked, Kiana had remained silent, and Mo Yi had thought she had given up.
He never expected her to be seriously considering the secret to the longevity of this nonexistent "Old Master Qin."
"The reason Old Master Qin could live to be a hundred was because he never meddled in other people's business."
"Oh—"
Kiana nodded, half understanding and half confused, then asked:
"Then what does that have to do with the accident you mentioned?"
Mo Yi: "..."
I lose!
Seeing Kiana's curious expression when he looked back, she did not seem to be trying to trick him, so Mo Yi gave up. In the future, he had better be more straightforward when talking to Kiana, or he would be the one at a disadvantage in the end.
"When I went to buy cola just now, I accidentally bumped into a loli..."
Faced with a straightforward curious baby like Kiana, Mo Yi still surrendered. He briefly explained what had happened earlier to satisfy her curiosity. Otherwise, she might keep pestering him. It was better to just tell her directly, since it was not anything shameful.
Before long, the two returned to Mo Yi's home. Mo Yi opened the door and led Kiana inside. After putting away their things, he roughly introduced the layout of the house, such as the locations of the living room, kitchen, and bathroom.
Then he led her upstairs to his room and said:
"This is my room. If you need anything, just knock and call for me. If I don't respond, I'm probably busy working and didn't notice. Don't start wondering whether I suddenly dropped dead or anything—I'm perfectly healthy. If it's important, send me a message. I'll see it as soon as I'm done."
Curious baby Kiana naturally could not hold back the question in her heart.
"Work? What kind of work? Mo Yi, you look like a student."
"I'm the only one left in my family. I can't exactly live off the savings my parents left behind forever, so I usually write light novels and publish them to earn money and help support the household."
Mo Yi took it rather well. He did not look heartbroken just because his parents had been mentioned. True longing did not necessarily mean constant sorrow. Being strong was also a form of mourning.
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