Yan Xiao...
Qin Manjiang watched him, saying nothing for a long while.
Then Yan Xiao suddenly stood up, leaned down to his ear, and whispered a few words.
Qin Manjiang's eyes slowly widened, but when he turned to look at Yan Xiao, Yan Xiao had already straightened up and turned his back to him.
"So... go."
He did not turn around, but raised a hand and waved with his back to Qin Manjiang.
The car drove away. Yan Xiao was gone.
Qin Manjiang suddenly smiled. With a companion like that, what did he have left to worry about?
Since that was the case, he would do it.
He stood up and spotted a figure holding an umbrella in the distance.
Flower had arrived.
But this time, Qin Manjiang was no longer lost. A smile that had not appeared in a long time surfaced on his face. It was a little like Xu Yi's, a little like Yang's, but more like his own.
Qin Manjiang walked toward Flower.
Flower seemed not to have expected Qin Manjiang to walk straight toward her.
What did he want to do?
For a moment, Flower could not understand what Qin Manjiang's actions meant. Was he showing off his keen powers of observation?
Something like, "I've already spotted you."
But Qin Manjiang merely kept his hands in his jacket pockets and strolled up to her.
The wind by the river picked up, tossing Qin Manjiang's hair into disarray.
He stopped, lifted his chin slightly, and looked at Flower with a smile. "What, afraid I'd run away?"
Those eyes... Flower stared blankly into Qin Manjiang's eyes. They had only been apart for a moment, yet he had changed so much.
That morning, his eyes had seemed covered in a layer of dull gray mist. Now they were