Chapter 1145 - 1142: Warm Embrace 2

"I clearly saw you... I’ve seen you several times... You can’t hide for long... Come out... Don’t you hate me? If you hate me, come out and deal with me, just like before, oppose me, hit me, scold me, anything... Just come out..."

The wind and snow grew stronger, making the surroundings blurry. The howling wind drowned out all his screams. The heavens looked down scornfully at the cries of the mortals, indifferent to their plight.

Eventually, he was exhausted from shouting, his voice hoarse: "Yan Xixi... come out..."

"I beg you, please come out... As long as you come out, I won’t ever leave you again... No matter what happens, I’ll never be apart from you again..."

"Really, Yan Xixi, I’m begging you... come out... As long as you come out, I’m willing to give up everything I have now... I know, you used to hate it when I disappeared without a trace, so you’re trying to get back at me, trying to make me anxious this time... That’s right, I’m indeed afraid, I’m terribly anxious... Yan Xixi, come out, I’ve learned my lesson, I’ve had enough..."

"This isn’t fair... Before, I was forced into it, but whatever happened, I would leave you clues and traces... But you? You damned girl, you didn’t give me any news... You won’t even check the messages... Yan Xixi, I’m begging you... come out... I beg you, as long as you come out, I promise that I’ll listen to you no matter what, I’ll never leave you, not even by half a step again..."

...

If only she would show herself, he thought, if only he could catch her, even if he had to tie her up and hold her down, he wouldn’t let her escape half a step anymore.

But only the sound of the wind answered him, only the desolate, dusty room, without a trace of Yan Xixi.

He held a wine bottle, eyes bloodshot, pacing back and forth, his expression terrifying.

Mumbling to himself: "Damned girl, if I catch you, this time, you’re dead meat..."

Yan Xixi drove to find Huang’s father.

She arrived early, reaching there before noon. Huang’s father was already preparing various dishes, and upon seeing her, he was very happy: "Xixi, come in and warm up."

She brought a big bag of things.

Tea, liquor, various knickknacks and vegetables, fruits, and dry foods.

Huang’s father looked, "Xixi, why have you bought so much again?"

"Li Zhen gave me some tea brought from home, it’s very good. Uncle, have a taste."

She personally boiled the water and brewed two steaming cups of tea, immediately filling the room with fragrance.

Old Huang took the teacup, drank a sip, and sighed: "Indeed, the tea from home is the best."

Yan Xixi, full of enthusiasm: "Uncle, let me help you out."

"Alright, we’ll have a grand meal this noon."

The two were talking and laughing like father and daughter. No one brought up the painful past. Stranded in a foreign land, if one couldn’t let go of past sorrows, life would become unbearable.

Yan Xixi knew that Huang’s father needed to forget more than she did.

Even if your heart aches as if cut by knives, you must pretend you’ve long forgotten.

Several times, she saw Huang’s father daydream while frying meat, the oil splashing onto his hand, but he seemed oblivious.

She knew that Huang’s mother was great at frying meat. When Huang Xiaojue was in university, each weekend when he returned home, he would bring a big bag of fried salted meat back to school. Students were greedy, and the two would often finish it all, even when it was cold.