Chapter 1144 - 1141: Warm Embrace 1

She didn’t dare to go here.

In the depths of her mind, there seemed to be an extremely terrifying premonition: without Huang Xiaojue, who knows what might be waiting for you if you go there?

Just then, the phone rang.

It was Huang’s father calling: "Xixi, do you have time? If you’re free, come over for a meal, I’ve made plenty of good food..."

"Sure, I’m practically drooling already. See you soon, Uncle Huang."

Without a second thought, she turned the car around and headed straight for Huang’s dad.

At that moment, Wan Donglin’s car had just arrived too.

He hadn’t struggled much to find out about this house, and he’d managed to get inside a couple of times before. From various details, it was clear Yan Xixi and Huang Xiaojue had been here. But every time he came, there was no trace, never any good luck.

This time, on a whim, he came again.

From afar, he heard the sound of a car.

In this remote place, neighbors were far apart and unrelated, living in secluded detachment. Who would come so early, he thought.

He quickened his pace.

But before they met, that car suddenly turned around and went in the opposite direction.

From a distance, he saw only the back of an old, worn-out car, looking downcast, like the kind of car a regular South Country person would often drive.

Thinking it was a passerby, he didn’t mind and got out of his car alone.

The large courtyard was empty and vast.

The lawn was unkempt, overgrown with weeds, the tree branches were bare, withered leaves piling up, desolate.

The window he’d opened last time was still the same; testing it, he got in the way he did before.

Inside the house, a thick layer of dust lay everywhere, clear fingerprints appearing at a touch. Obviously, no one had been here. Yan Xixi had never returned.

He sat down in despair, the hope once swelling in his heart, like a giant soap bubble, suddenly burst. After all this searching, always clinging to hope, but now, he felt an extraordinary dejection, as if everything was a mirage.

Yan Xixi had long been dead.

In the end, no miracle had appeared, like everyone else, she had died long ago.

Wan Donglin, give up.

She will never come back.

From morning till noon, gradually, New Year’s Eve arrived.

But in this foreign land, there was no atmosphere of New Year’s Eve, no sounds of firecrackers. Sitting there dazed, he didn’t even feel hungry.

The fridge was empty, holding only a few bottles and cans of beer, and stale, expired bread and such.

Without hesitation, he opened a bottle of beer and downed it in one go.

Turning on the television, surprisingly, there was no broadcast of a festive gala. Only then did he remember he’d forgotten about the time difference... drinking beer while watching television, his eyes blurred, seeing nothing clearly, his vision growing more and more indistinct.

Finally, unable to bear it, he flung the can in his hand to the ground with a loud bang.

He rushed out, suddenly losing control.

"Yan Xixi..."

"Yan Xixi..."

"Yan Xixi, you dead bastard... you crazy person, you heartless thing... where on earth are you?"

"Fool... you big fool... you must be hiding from me, right... you must hate me, never going to forgive me, right?"

"Yan Xixi, come out... get out here... is it fun to keep hiding? Get out, get out here right now..."