Mu Xiaocheng drove back to the compound. As soon as she entered the gate, she saw a man wearing a long black down jacket standing under a street lamp.
The man was tall and slender, with a pale, almost sickly face.
He has striking features and looks somewhat mixed-race, but he appears rather frail.
The man was staring at the front gate, expressionless, yet giving off a melancholy and lonely feeling.
Mu Xiaocheng stopped the car, opened the door, and got out.
She approached the man, frowned, and asked, "Brother Yansheng, are you... are you waiting for someone?"
Song Yansheng.
Song Guiran's older brother, the eldest son of the Song family.
He is also the chief designer in charge of the Song family's game industry.
He had an extremely high IQ from a young age, a computer genius, and was naturally called a genius by everyone in Yundu.
However, such a genius, such a prodigy, is truly remarkable.
However, because he was frail and sickly from childhood, he could only stay at home every day, or... go to the hospital.
From childhood to adulthood, apart from a few friends in the compound, Song Yansheng's only companions were computers.
Whenever Mu Xiaocheng saw Song Yansheng, she always felt that God was being unfair.
At the same time, I also felt sorry for her.
Song Yansheng, who is so pitiful, shouldn't be like this. He should be healthy and happy like them.
Song Yansheng turned around when he heard Mu Xiaocheng's voice, and said in a soft voice, "No."
He wasn't waiting for someone.
"Then what are you doing?" Mu Xiaocheng raised an eyebrow. If she wasn't waiting for someone, then what was she doing?
Song Yansheng lowered her eyes, then suddenly smiled.
Her smile seemed forced and weak, which was heartbreaking.
"I came out for some fresh air."
Mu Xiaocheng had given Song Yansheng a nickname since she was little: "Sick Beauty".
Although Song Yansheng was frail and sickly, he was good-looking, had excellent skin, and had a handsome and sunny smile.
Mu Xiaocheng nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
Need some fresh air?
You just wanted to go for a walk, right?
How long has it been since Brother Yan Sheng last appeared in public?
"Cough, cough..."
As Mu Xiaocheng was thinking, she saw Song Yansheng clench his fist, press it to his lips, and cough violently.
"Are you alright? Do you need anything...?"
Before she could finish speaking, Song Yansheng's assistant, Yang Pu, walked over anxiously, holding something that looked like a hot water bottle.
"Young Master, why did you come out? The doctor said you shouldn't be exposed to the wind, and it's too cold outside. Let's go back quickly."
As he spoke, Yang Pu handed the hot water bottle to Song Yansheng and nodded to Mu Xiaocheng in greeting, "Miss Mu."
Song Yansheng held the hand warmer and coughed a few more times.
He turned to Mu Xiaocheng and said, "Go back and rest early."
His voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was very clear and pleasant to hear.
Mu Xiaocheng nodded vigorously: "Goodnight, Brother Yansheng."
Song Yansheng smiled faintly, holding the hand warmer, and walked towards the Song family villa.
Yang Pu waved goodbye to Mu Xiaocheng and then quickly followed her.
He kept muttering to himself as he walked.
Mu Xiaocheng watched Song Yansheng's retreating figure and let out a long sigh.
Brother Yan Sheng is really unlucky.
I'm sick again.
And judging from his expression, he seems to be in a bad mood.
Her aloof and melancholic demeanor evoked a deep sense of pity in one's heart.
Mu Xiaocheng kicked a small pebble under her feet in annoyance before getting into the car and going home.
When she got home, Zhou Ningyi and Meng Yun were already asleep.
Meng Xunqian has undergone major surgery and is still on the operating table.
I guess I'll be staying up late again.
As soon as Mu Xiaocheng entered her home, she received a WeChat message from Ji Huaishen.
aurora: Are you home yet?
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