Li City was a small city with a backward economy and beautiful scenery. About 100 kilometers away from the river where Ji Shiting had died, there was an ancient residential area that hadnât been developed into a tourist attraction.
It was almost evening, and the autumn wind was blowing.
With a creak, the wooden door of one of the residences was pushed open, and a tall man walked out.
He was wearing a faded t-shirt and washed-out pants, but the manâs noble and distant aura made the obviously shabby clothes look classy, making people wonder if he was starting a new fashion trend.
The man had handsome facial features, but his face was pale. His lips were pursed as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, but his dark eyes were deep.
He looked up at the sunset and thought of something that made a trace of guilt appear in his eyes.
âMr. Ji.â A deep voice sounded behind him.
Ji Shitingâs eyes dimmed. He turned around and said, âMr. Yuan.â
The man he called âMr. Yuanâ was about forty years old. He wasnât tall, but he was rather muscular, and his eyes were glistening.
âDidnât I tell you? Just call me Old Yuan.â He laughed. âWhat are you looking at?â
âNothing. I just came out for a breather,â Ji Shiting said coldly.
âItâs windy. Youâve just recovered from a serious illness. You should sit down and rest.â Old Yuan looked at him.
Ji Shiting smiled and said, âOkay.â
He then walked into the yard.
Old Yuan stood still and watched the man leave. He suddenly sucked his teeth.
âMr. Ji, donât blame me for not letting you go,â he said slowly. âJing Zhiyuan has fallen, and the people who colluded with him are like birds startled by the twang of a bow. If they find your traces, they wonât let you go, and the Qingfeng Gang will be implicated. Since I took the risk to save you, you canât just watch us suffer because of this.â
Ji Shiting stopped in his tracks, looked back at him and said, âDonât worry, I donât plan to run away. Besides, youâre not the one who saved me.â
âTsk⦠What do you mean run away? I didnât lock you up, did I?â Old Yuan chuckled. âIt wasnât me who saved you. It was Old Liang, but so what? Iâm his good friend. Whatâs mine is his, and whatâs his is mine.â
Ji Shiting didnât respond this time. He opened the door and walked in.
The room was very simple. There was only a bed and a desk. Ji Shiting pulled out a chair and sat down, but he had nothing to do.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
There wasnât even a book here, let alone a phone or Internet connection.
He tapped his fingers on the desk, and after some time, someone walked in.
âItâs dinner time,â the person said. He lowered his head and put a bowl in front of Ji Shiting.
He was âOld Liangâ who had saved him from the river. Old Liang didnât look very old, but his face was a bit twisted. There were also a few strange scars that made him look completely disfigured. He always had his head lowered when talking to others, perhaps because he was conscious of his looks.