Chapter 103: Night 19 of the 27th

He heard his own voice saying, "Very happy, isn't it?"

He saw her raise her head from his arms, her eyes curved into a smile, revealing a row of white, pointed teeth, which were by no means innocent; she looked reckless and a little bit prickly, just like when they were on the outlying island two years ago. He knew that the girl in his arms at this moment was definitely not a good person.

From time to time, she would behave in ways that were completely unexpected to him.

Tell them to die!

When she smiled that smile in front of everyone that day, he saw another layer of meaning in it. This madness and roar that only her kind could understand suddenly ignited a huge flame in his chest that had been silent for twenty-two years.

Then, we give birth!

She was the East he was obsessed with. Not the East of Hong Kong, distorted to cater to the British, nor the East of Shanghai, servile and subservient. It was the East that flowed deep in his blood, the one he had spent his entire life trying to capture, the ancient, silent people of this Far East, the shadow of a passion that would one day give birth to him, a passion that would either chill him or warm him, a passion so vivid and alive in this man, conquering him time and again.

At this moment, she was leaning on his chest. He was so cautious, afraid that he would accidentally let her find out that every look and breath of his was filled with love.

She nodded vigorously in his embrace. Fortunately, she quickly released her grip, otherwise, if she had stayed there for another second, he might have done something inappropriate in his ecstasy.

Someone handed over a brandy bottle with a label densely covered with Japanese names in Chinese characters.

In the entire research institute, Xie Zeyi and she are the only two people with Chinese names.

Xie Zeyi handed the bottle of wine to her.

She looked at the lines of Chinese characters and said in clear Mandarin, "I won't sign."

He returned the bottle.

She whispered to him again, "Throw away my mother's signature."

Hearing this, Xie Zeyi smiled. Suddenly, he remembered that he had once mocked her, saying, "You speak Cantonese quite well." He now wanted to say it again, earnestly, "You speak Cantonese quite well."

She smiled. "Nothing for us now, right?"

"Um."

"Back home, then?" she said.

He nodded.

She took three steps, he took two. He didn't keep up, just trailing behind her at a moderate distance. When walking in a crowd, he had already blurred everything else; away from the crowd, he paid no attention to anything.

He was a man who couldn't be bothered. He'd been accustomed to a life of negativity, his lovers constantly disappointing him. He lived this numb, inertial existence, and it wasn't impossible for him to continue living this life. After all, he had no problem coming up with halfhearted love words, easily coaxing people into submission with a few casual words. He was too lazy to explain himself when slandered. He held no expectations for his life, didn't believe love would ever happen, and didn't believe he'd ever meet someone he liked. The British used him as a pawn, an accomplice to the colonizers, so to speak. After all, no one ever truly acknowledged his existence, leaving him without a safe haven or a home.

He had been waiting for her to appear, but he had never expected her to appear. It was like a patient dying of thirst finally seeing an oasis, or someone who had lived in darkness all his life finally seeing the light. It was a gift, a great surprise, like a gift from God...

Born blind, he's never seen the light. It's not impossible for him to live his whole life as a possum in the dark. But if he could see the light just once...

Countless times, he almost immediately wanted to confiscate her.

If she turned around at this moment, she would be frightened by his expression. This passion was so intense that it almost burned him to ashes, and even he himself found it hard to believe.