Amon could not quite figure out Xia Mi's angle.
Why had she appeared before me like this? Could it be that she had come to prove that, as the "King of Earth and Mountains," she could take on a truck?
"Uncle..."
"Stop, stop. I'm not that old, am I?" Amon hurriedly corrected her. "Though society has beaten the hell out of me, the weathering on my face shouldn't be that severe yet."
He touched his face.
Xia Mi giggled and asked, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-five, the golden age of a man... More seasoned than those greenhorns still in school, and more passionate than middle-aged uncles."
"I'm only sixteen. I'm nearly ten years younger than you. Doesn't that make you an uncle?"
Amon's expression turned noticeably colder. "Figure out lunch yourself. I'm going to eat."
"Hey, no, big brother. Can't I call you brother instead?" Xia Mi immediately changed her tune.
The frostiness vanished from Amon's face, replaced by a warm smile. "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."
"Soup dumplings. I want soup dumplings... A large serving. The doctor said I need nutrition... It's normal for me to eat a lot, right?" Xia Mi raised her hand.
Amon nodded, walked out of the hospital room, and closed the door behind him.
His footsteps were very soft, but with Xia Mi's hearing, she could still clearly judge how far away he was. Once he had gone farther and farther away, the smile on her face gradually faded.
She shifted her body, picked up the phone on the bedside cabinet, and opened its case.
Between the back of the phone and its protective case were two thin sheets of fixed glass. A drop of dark red blood lay between them.
Even when she had been hit by the