He's dead, but I never expected I'd be able to get the token because of this.
I don't know what the head of the family is thinking. Even if I did know, what difference would it make? As I said, Zhao Yujin died in the Zhao family back then.
Once I gain control of the Dark Guards, I can begin my plan to retake the southern city.
I know that my second uncle also has his eye on Nancheng, but he doesn't have the guts to do so.
I sent people to the South City first to help my forces—the Rose Gang—establish a foothold there.
I thought my plan would be easy, but unexpectedly, something went wrong along the way. A mysterious organization and a mysterious "medicine" forced me to personally come to Nancheng and become Black Rose.
However, to my surprise, I ran into Xiao Xingzhi in the southern part of the city.
I was a little nervous, and I just wanted to do something to distract myself, so I lit a cigarette.
But then I suddenly realized that Xiaoxingzhi doesn't smoke, so he probably can't stand the smell of smoke.
After seeing what I was doing, Xiao Xingzhi asked me to borrow a light. Without thinking about what he wanted to do, I lent it to him instinctively.
The moment the cigarette was lit, I witnessed another side of Xiao Xingzhi.
Under the smoke, Xiao Xingzhi first frowned, then smiled—a carefree, slightly sinister smile. The swirling smoke obscured his true face.
My heart was beating so fast it was almost deafening.
It was at that moment that I clearly realized that the person in front of me was real. He was sitting right in front of me. He had really grown up, and his level of understanding was beyond my comprehension.
The second time we met, Xiao Xingzhi asked me to cooperate on the "medicine". Knowing that he was coming, I specially changed my clothes. He seemed to like them very much, just as I had found out.
It seems I should prepare more clothes like these in the future.
My encounter with Xiaoxingzhi was accidental. Before that, I didn't like accidents, but I wish there would be more of these kinds of accidents.
He sat there, meticulously brewing tea, like an ethereal being untouched by worldly concerns.
When he saw me, his voice was very calm, clearly not as excited as he had imagined to see me again. When he called out the three words "Miss Zhao," he felt his fingertips go cold.
The friendship of the past seemed to vanish with the three words he uttered.
After more than a decade, it's easy to forget someone.
I always try to find something to talk to him about, even though the topics aren't exactly appropriate. But he still answers my questions, which means he still trusts me to some extent, and that's good.
It's better to forget about that sibling relationship; feelings can be cultivated over time. This time, I won't be his older sister.
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