Finally, the pad of Yan Heng's thumb landed on Zhu Yaya's lips. Zhu Yaya's lips were full and beautiful, and Yan Heng's eyes darkened.
He released his hand that was touching Zhu Yaya.
Zhu Yaya secretly let out a sigh of relief in her heart and asked curiously, "Brother Yan, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Yan Heng shook his head slightly.
Disbelief was plainly written all over Zhu Yaya's face.
Yan Heng was acting very strangely today.
After school in the afternoon, Zhu Yaya and Yan Heng did what they always did: first, they followed Xu Chun and Murong Beichen. Then, Yan Heng walked Zhu Yaya home.
Yan Heng still seemed off. He held Zhu Yaya's hand tightly all the way, as if he was afraid she would disappear. He also kept asking Zhu Yaya the same question over and over again—
"Will you leave?"
Zhu Yaya laughed out loud. Was Yan Heng feeling insecure? She squeezed his hand back and said comfortingly, "Relax, I won't leave!"
She also found it a bit funny—where could she possibly go?
"Really?"
"Yes!" Zhu Yaya coughed lightly and stammered, "I-I told you before! I promised to always stay by your side."
Yan Heng lowered his eyes and gave a soft response.
Right as they were about to part ways, Yan Heng asked Zhu Yaya the "will you leave" question once again.
"Where would I go?" Zhu Yaya smiled helplessly.
Yan Heng's gaze was deep. "I feel like, sometimes, you are like a patch of hazy mist. Even though you are right in front of me, I can't catch you."
Zhu Yaya fell silent. She wasn't a person of this world. Could Yan Heng have guessed something from some of her strange actions? After all, he was so smart.
"You'll tell me, right?" Yan Heng spoke softly.
Zhu Yaya looked up into Yan Heng's eyes, noticed the nervousness in them, and nodded. "I will."
Only then did Yan Heng seem to breathe a sigh of relief.
Zhu Yaya continued to comfort him, repeatedly emphasizing, "I won't leave!"
She couldn't go back to her original world anyway. Even if she could, Zhu Yaya would still choose to stay here. In this world, she had parents who truly cared for her, friends who shared her interests, and the person she liked. But in her original world, she had absolutely nothing.
Yan Heng's heart inexplicably settled down.
10:00 PM. The first floor of Duxing Building at Scott High School.
Duan Zong was sitting in an old, dilapidated classroom with two bottles of beverages placed in front of him. He pulled out a packet of an unknown powdery substance from his pocket, a gentle smile hanging on his face.
In the classroom next to his, there were several burly, muscular men.
Duan Zong softly hummed a cheerful tune, quietly waiting for Yan Heng's arrival.
Be there or be square, Yan Heng.
Duan Zong's smile grew even gentler.
However, the time reached 10:30 PM, and Yan Heng still hadn't appeared.
Duan Zong began to feel a vague sense of unease. But he held onto his patience and continued to wait quietly.
But by 11:00 PM, Yan Heng still hadn't shown up. It seemed Yan Heng wasn't coming tonight!
The gentle mask on Duan Zong's face could no longer be maintained. Flustered and exasperated, he kicked the desk next to him. "Damn it! He stood me up again."
With a gloomy face, Duan Zong walked out of the classroom, went next door, and knocked on the door. "Tonight's mission is canceled. Back to Daffodil."
But just as Duan Zong got into his private car, his phone rang.
Could it be Yan Heng!
Duan Zong curled his lips into a smile and unlocked his phone, only to find that the caller was his butler.
"Eldest Young Master, where are you right now?" The butler's voice on the phone sounded somewhat panicked.
Duan Zong frowned. "On the way to Daffodil."
"Young Master!" The butler's voice grew even more panicked, trembling. "Don't go there! The police have surrounded the club!"
What?!
"Turn around, quick!" Duan Zong yelled at the driver.
Coincidentally, the car suddenly stopped at this exact moment.
"What's going on!" Duan Zong's gentle mask had long since shattered.
"There's someone in front," the driver said.
Duan Zong rolled down the window, only to see Yan Heng, who had broken their appointment.
Yan Heng walked toward him, expressionless, but with mockery in his eyes: "Duan Zong, be there or be square."
