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S City shone like a pearl, quietly nestled to the east of Z City.
The distance between the two cities was not far; it took just an hour by car, like an invisible thread tightly connecting them.
On this day, Drui Feng finished his busy work and, exhausted, hopped into a private car that sped him back to S University.
As soon as he stepped into the dormitory, the familiar atmosphere enveloped him. Before he could gather his thoughts, the eager and concerned greetings from his three friends bombarded him like a rapid-fire barrage.
"Hey! Li Drui Feng, what’s going on with you? You haven’t been to school for several days! The counselor has come to the dorm multiple times, asking where you’ve been," said A Qiang, the most warm-hearted among them, his brow furrowed with confusion and worry.
Drui Feng felt like a puppet drained of all energy. He weakly pulled back his bedding and kicked off his shoes carelessly before collapsing onto the bed. He stared blankly at the slightly mottled ceiling above, his gaze hollow as if his soul had drifted away from his body.
"Don’t even mention it. Something big happened in Z City these past few days. Have you seen the news?" His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from a deep valley.
A Hua, who was scrolling through short videos nearby, suddenly sat up straight upon hearing Drui Feng's words. With a hint of disdain in his eyes, he shot a glance at Drui Feng. "Who doesn’t know about that? The news is everywhere online; even our teachers discussed it during class. And why would you go to Z City at a time like this?"
A Hua had always been straightforward, never one to beat around the bush.
In truth, Drui Feng had kept his job at the Military District Research Institute in Z City a secret; only the principal was aware of it. He had to persuade the principal extensively to coordinate with the counselor so that they wouldn’t delve deeper into his recent absences.
"Alright, alright. I heard your family member passed away. Are you okay, Drui Feng?"
Suddenly, A Ming from the adjacent room placed his hands firmly on Drui Feng's shoulders, his eyes filled with gravity and compassion. Tears seemed to glimmer in his gaze as if he could empathize deeply. "I understand this kind of pain. If you don’t want to talk about it, we won’t press any further."
A Ming had always been a person with delicate thoughts, valuing emotions and loyalty. He understood that some pains were unspeakable.
Drui Feng merely responded with a soft "Hmm," but his mind was racing with questions: "What is going on?" However, he was too exhausted at that moment. The past few days in the research institute had felt like being a spinning top, and the intense workload had pushed his body and spirit to the brink.
The next second, he fell into a deep sleep, and soon the sound of snoring filled the dormitory.
When he woke up again, he found several messages on his phone. It turned out that his counselor had received a notification from the school, stating that someone in his family had passed away, and he was granted a week off to attend the funeral.
Seeing this message, the usually strong Drui Feng couldn't help but twitch his lips in disbelief.
"I have family? How come I didn't know? I'm just an orphan, living freely like a wild animal," he silently complained to himself.
However, before he could think further, another message popped up from Yan Qing's chat: "Hurry back to Z City; we've found the whereabouts of those three people. They will appear today."
Drui Feng read the message, and his brows furrowed. Frustrated, he tossed his phone aside and lay back down on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a chaotic mind, unsure of what awaited him next.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ming and Yan Qing were leisurely preparing dinner at home, enjoying this rare moment of warmth together.
Recently, troubles had surged like overwhelming tides, leaving both of them struggling to keep up. Therefore, having this leisurely time was truly precious.
Jiang Ming stood at the stove, skillfully stir-frying the vegetables in the pan with fluid movements akin to a master chef.
Yan Qing was at the sink washing vegetables. He intended to show off his skills and help Jiang Ming out. However, as he picked up a radish to slice it into shreds, perhaps distracted by his thoughts, the sharp knife accidentally grazed his finger, instantly cutting a wound about 1 cm long.
Blood oozed from the wound, resembling tiny red plums, and appeared particularly striking against Jiang Ming's fair-skinned fingers.
Seeing this, Jiang Ming's face turned pale with shock, like a startled fawn, and he rushed over without a second thought.
He instinctively covered Yan Qing's injured finger with his hand and then gently placed it in his mouth, carefully pressing his lips against it as if that would alleviate Yan Qing's pain.
Jiang Ming's big, watery eyes were filled with concern, mixed with a hint of reproach as he looked at Yan Qing and scolded, "How could you be so careless? You're bleeding! What if the wound gets infected?"
Although it was Yan Qing who had cut his finger and was bleeding, he found himself momentarily at a loss, frozen in place.
Seeing Jiang Ming so anxious for him made his heart race like a wild deer, and he couldn't help but feel a flush creeping onto his cheeks, resembling the evening glow on the horizon.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, he withdrew his hand awkwardly and turned away, speaking in a low voice tinged with awkwardness, "Um... I'll go wash the vegetables."
With that, he hurriedly walked toward the sink, trying to use cold water to cool his burning cheeks and calm his flustered heart.
Jiang Ming seemed to sense Yan Qing's unusual behavior. She slightly tilted her head, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before her lips curled into a faint smile, reminiscent of ripples stirred by a gentle breeze across a lake. Then she naturally took over the unfinished radish from Yan Qing and picked up the knife to continue slicing. The knife danced nimbly over the radish in her hands, each cut precise and even. The thin strips she produced were as delicate as finely spun silk, glistening softly under the light, showcasing her superb knife skills in stark contrast to Yan Qing's earlier clumsy attempts.
After they finished preparing the dishes and set them on the table, their brief moment of tranquility was shattered by the simultaneous glow of their phones lighting up.
Yan Qing initially intended to ignore it, but when he caught sight of Lin Ran's name in his peripheral vision, his brow furrowed slightly as unease washed over him. He picked up his phone to check the message, and the contents made his expression stiffen.
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