“Miss Zheng is looking for your boyfriend, right? I just saw him seem to be heading in that direction!” A villager could see that Zheng Yan was looking for Fan Yu and hastily pointed out a direction.
At that, Zheng Yan looked up and looked not far away.
It was pitch dark there, not even a torch, what was Fan Yu doing there?
Zheng Yan ghostly walked forward ……
The shadowy part of the square.
After the costume show, everyone was so engrossed in the revelry that they seemed to have forgotten, the unpleasantness that happened on the eve of the costume show.
Nian Xiaomu conquered everyone with her personal charm and made the villagers want to believe that she, who genuinely loved tie-dye, was willing to accompany them to promote the craft.
But everyone seems to have forgotten that the inside man who sabotaged the costume show has yet to be found!
After giving her dress to her companion, Fu Xi turned around and left herself.
Everyone thought she must have left the village, but in fact she hadn’t.
She just hid in a shadowy corner, guiltily, remorsefully, enviously …… watching the square, laden with joyful images of song and dance.
Just the thought of such a feast, almost ruined at her own hands, made her heart feel like it had been torn open and hurt beyond measure.
But she was even more afraid that if she let Mo Kun know that it was she who had temporarily backtracked and helped Nian Xiaomu win back the trust of the villagers, something would happen to her brother ……
Complicated emotions flooded her heart in unison, weighing her down.
Like a wounded little hedgehog, she curled up into a ball and cried silently and painfully.
Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her, and her face turned white with fear.
“Do you need a tissue?” A warm voice, like a breeze.
Fu Xi paused in her steps and twisted her head to look behind her.
A few steps away, a young man in a white suit stood there quietly.
Highly flamboyant in temperament, gentle and handsome.
In his hand, he still held a tissue and handed it in her direction.
Fu Xi froze, staring at him blankly.
“My name is Fan Yu, Nian Xiaomu’s friend, don’t worry, I’m not here to arrest you, if you don’t trust me, you can leave now.” Fan Yu’s thin lips parted slightly as he slowly paced up and down.
Placing the tissue he was holding, he put it into her hand.
“You must be Fu Xi, right? Fu Jin is your brother?”
“……”
Fu Xi looked back at him warily, opened her mouth to say something, and then finally fell silent.
Her brows lowered and her eyes dimmed.
Slightly lowering her head, her voice was like a mosquito: “I’m sorry ……”
The three simple words, accompanied by the girl’s tears of guilt, dripped to the ground.
Fan Yu knew that she was not apologizing to him.
What she really felt guilty about in her heart should be her favourite tie-dye craft.
And the betrayal of Nian Xiaomu.
“That’s something you shouldn’t say to me.” Fan Yu took off her jacket, spread it on the floor and sat down calmly.
“Instead, there is a question I would love to ask you.”
Runcie: “What?”
Perhaps it was because Van Yu was too gentle, or perhaps, he naturally carried a kind of magic in him, which could easily make people’s heart unwind.
Just the slightest smile could make people trust him.
Fan Yu: “What are you going to do in the future? Your brother made a mistake and is bound to pay the price for his actions. Do you really think that if you keep listening to Mo Kun, Mo Kun will let him off the hook?”
“……” Fu Xi’s eyes darkened.
She didn’t know that her brother was the only family she had left, and she just didn’t want him to die.
“If I could help you, but make you listen to me, would you be willing?”
