Chapter 817: Waiting for Her

“She mentioned it,” Bo Yanching stared intently at Elder Nan, “She said she’s an assassin.”

Elder Nan was startled, then suddenly burst out laughing, “She said that, so just take it as it is.”

Bo Yanching sensed there was more to the words and humbly said, “Elder Nan, could you tell me more?

I really know very little about Jiaojiao.”

“I’ve said enough.

If I say more, I’ll become an annoying old man.

If you truly want to know, ask her slowly in the future.”

How to ask?

As of today, there’s no trace of her whereabouts.

Elder Nan stood up, gripping his cane with force, his arm slightly trembling.

Bo Yanching also stood up and offered support.

Before leaving, Elder Nan glanced around and sighed lightly, “I know she won’t come back this year.

It’s hard to see her when there’s no word by this time.”

“You—”

Elder Nan looked at Bo Yanching with deep meaning, said nothing, yet seemed to say everything.

In those earlier words, openly and subtly reminding Bo Yanching that Nan Jiaojiao has emotional absences.

If he can bear it, fine, if not, it’s best to end it early.

Thankfully, he mentioned the words “marry her,” which slightly changed Elder Nan’s view.

Mercifully, he offered three words: “Hang in there.”

As Elder Nan was about to leave, Bo Yanching sent him out, planning to leave with him, but Elder Nan waved his hand, “Stay here tonight, see what you want, but don’t touch her things.

Also, the fishing rod you sent is quite handy, thank you.”

Bo Yanching nodded, “Glad you like it.”

After Elder Nan left, Bo Yanching returned to Nan Jiaojiao’s room, opened the wooden window, and outside to the left stood a magnolia tree, with buds barely visible.

A few flowers bloomed on the higher branches, but they couldn’t resist the cold wind.

As the wind swept through, the petals fluttered down like snow.

Bo Yanching sat behind the window, the hazy light making the petals look beautiful.

All the way until dawn.

When leaving, nothing in the room was moved.

Perhaps there were diaries written by a girl in her youth.

Despite his curiosity, without Nan Jiaojiao there, Bo Yanching respected her privacy.

The morning light laying a thin layer on the ground, Bo Yanching walked on the pebble path, approached Yaen Chi’s door, and was about to knock when the door opened from the inside.

Yaen Chi had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, was dressed neatly, and his eyes showed no sign of fatigue.

“Leaving already?”

Bo Yanching lowered his hand, “Yes.”

“Where to?”

The man hesitated slightly, “Back to Rongcheng City, to wait for her.”

Yaen Chi chased after him, “There’s no news of her.

What if she never returns to Rongcheng?

Are you just going to wait until you’re old and grey?”

“Then I’ll wait and see.

If I really can’t wait any longer, I’ll turn the whole world upside down to find her.”

Yaen Chi clapped his hands, “Now that’s the Brother Yan I know, that’s what you should do.”

Bo Yanching gave him a sidelong glance.

His face showed no happiness, nor anger.

Yaen Chi was getting bolder with his mouth, “Honestly, when Jiaojiao stabbed you that night and ran away, I blamed her.

But she’s always been a girl I cared for like a sister, it’s hard to truly hate.

Since you can’t let her go, the romances and entanglements are your business now.

Why should I meddle?

But let me tell you one thing as a brother, don’t act impulsively in the future; your own life is most important.”

As he spoke, he intentionally glanced at the injury on Bo Yanching’s waist.

The first day at Nan Mansion, the wound had opened.

Old Master Nan smelled the blood and called a doctor to treat him.