Chapter 1110: Car Accident

“Every time she came, she would use small stones to trick me out of my pastries and candies.

I didn’t really like those things, so I gave them to her.”

“How old were you then?”

Yaen Chi paused internally to recall Bo Yanching’s age at that time and matched it with that of the child, “She wouldn’t still be wearing diapers, would she?”

“Probably two or three years old.”

Yaen Chi asked, “What happened afterward?

Did you go back to look for her, or was she adopted by someone else?”

Bo Yanching’s eyes deepened with understanding, “The orphanage caught fire, burned down completely, and she also died in that fire.”

“Tsk.” Yaen Chi sighed at the uncertainties of life, “And you’ve kept those useless stones all this time, aren’t you afraid Jiaojiao will get mad?”

Bo Yanching gently caressed the small box, his fingertip scraped a few times by the roughly made carvings on the box, his voice turned hoarse, “I forgot to mention, the stuff has been there for a long time.

I’ll find time to tell Jiaojiao.”

“I see no problem even if Jiaojiao knows.

She’s pretty laid-back.

Besides, it’s just someone you played with as a child; she wouldn’t be jealous of that.”

Yaen Chi tossed the two stones he’d been fiddling with to Bo Yanching, “Go sleep in your rest room for a while.”

“Okay.”

Bo Yanching put the stones back into the box, opened the top drawer, thought for a moment, stood up, and placed the box back on the bookshelf.

Indeed, he did try to find the little girl.

Initially, he didn’t believe she had truly died.

Coincidentally, he was back in the Capital City those days.

By the time he heard the news and rushed back, the orphanage had already turned into ruins.

He found the little stuffed dog she liked to hold in her arms in the girl’s room.

In the years afterward, Bo Yanching often thought of her.

Until Nan Jiaojiao came into his life, that inexplicably indescribable longing gradually faded.

Perhaps he was too lonely in the past, with no one to reminisce about.

Late at night, after a drink, he couldn’t help but imitate cultured people and sigh about the past.

With no one worthy of remembrance, he would think of that little girl who had appeared briefly in his life.

With this thought, he made a video call to Nan Jiaojiao, but it was hung up as soon as it rang.

She sent a photo back, featuring the school dining tray with her sparse serving of rice and vegetables but three conspicuous chicken legs.

“Eating with classmates in the cafeteria.”

Bo Yanching walked a few steps, leaning against the wall, “Do I really have to wait until 3:30?

Can I pick you up earlier?”

A minute later, Nan Jiaojiao replied, “I’ll try.”

The man’s fingers paused, sent back an “okay,” then tucked the phone away.

Called Yaen Chi to go out for lunch.

In the afternoon, after receiving Nan Jiaojiao’s message, Bo Yanching grabbed the car keys and left.

On the road, he received a call from his second sister.

His ears suddenly rang with tinnitus, a sudden piercing pain like needles, and blinding white light abruptly entered his vision, his hand gripped the steering wheel…

Screech—

Rong University.

Nan Jiaojiao waited and waited for Bo Yanching, but he never came.

Her calls went unanswered, so after several missed attempts, she contacted Han Chuan, who surprisingly didn’t answer either.

She had a vague sense of foreboding.

Just as she was considering going to Bo’s to find him, Lu Zhenzhen’s call came in, and she immediately said, “Finance and Taxation Street, Bo Yanching was in a car accident!”

“What?”

Nan Jiaojiao failed to hold her milk tea steadily, and it fell.

Her instinctive reaction was to kick it into the nearby trash can with her knee.

There was the sound of wind on Lu Zhenzhen’s side, suggesting she was driving, “Where are you now?

I’ll come pick you up.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s throat choked for several seconds before any sound came out, “Rong University’s back gate.”