When Ni Sitian heard Zhi Lan's words, it seemed that she knew in advance that Shen Muzhi was going, but she didn't believe that he would really go.
But that's not the point. Ni Sitian said solemnly, "He found out last night that you didn't go to Syria at all, so he bought the earliest flight back."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhilan's face paled slightly. She had tricked him, so he certainly wouldn't let her off so easily when he returned.
Ni Sitian didn't hear any response from the other end of the phone, so she asked, "Can't you watch the international news where you are?"
"What do you mean?" Xiang Zhilan asked, puzzled.
“The airport in Maharashtra exploded at five o’clock this morning, and Shen Muzhi’s flight happened to be at that time,” Ni Sitian said with a heavy heart.
Xiang Zhilan's mind went blank; she felt she hadn't understood what Ni Sitian was saying. She knew each word individually, but put them together, she just couldn't make sense of them.
"There's still no concrete information, and Tingchuan and the others can't get in touch with Shen Muzhi either." Ni Sitian didn't know what Xiang Zhilan's expression was on the other end of the phone, but she tried her best to explain things clearly.
Xiang Zhilan's phone fell to the ground with a thud, the screen cracked, and she stared blankly at it, as if her soul had left her body.
Ni Sitian frowned deeply when she saw that the call had been disconnected, worried about Zhi Lan's situation.
Xiang Zhilan stood up abruptly after a long pause, then quickly left the dormitory.
The only computer in the orphanage was in the director's office. She rushed over and asked the director if she could look something up.
As I sat down at the computer and typed in the words "Malaysia Airport," my hands trembled uncontrollably.
Clicking the search bar brought up many news reports, and she found a video to watch.
The video, from the moment the two missiles were dropped to the moment the airport exploded, was captured very clearly. Her face turned completely pale, and she felt dizzy as she stared at the computer screen.
"Zhi Lan, are you alright?" The dean patted Zhi Lan's shoulder with concern.
Xiang Zhilan shook her head in a daze. She had thought many times about how to get rid of Shen Muzhi's entanglement, but she had never thought it would be like this.
He went to Syria because of her, and he bought the earliest flight back because of her.
Now, with the bombing at Malacca airport, so many people injured and killed, he may already be...
No, it won't happen.
Xiang Zhilan shook her head vigorously. It was impossible. Shen Mu's fate was so strong, how could he be so unlucky? He might not have gone to the airport, or he might have been stuck in traffic or something and couldn't make it.
She bit her lip, her face growing increasingly pale. She couldn't even believe the words she was trying to convince herself of—how could there be a traffic jam in the middle of the night?
"Zhi Lan, are you really alright?" The dean noticed something was wrong.
Xiang Zhilan stood up, waved her hand, and walked out in a daze, staggering back into the room.
She slumped onto the bed, leaned against the headboard, closed her eyes, and a tear slid down her cheek.
She raised her hands to cover her face and began to sob in grief.
She thought having a child was the worst thing that could happen to her, and she finally made up her mind to give birth.
But she also had to bear the burden of another life, the life of the child's father.
If she had told him not to go to Syria, he wouldn't have gone there and gotten into trouble.
After what happened on the cruise ship, she wished he were dead, and now he might actually be dead.
"Ugh..." Xiang Zhilan suppressed a sob in her throat.
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