Huo Jingyuan’s eyes were gentle as he looked at Wen Ci and smiled, explaining unhurriedly, “The Living King of Hell is far more intimidating than the God of War.”
The underworld is where people return to their roots after death, and the King of Hell holds the highest position in current understanding, which is why he is nicknamed the Living King of Hell.
Listening to Huo Jingyuan’s explanation, Wen Ci found it somewhat reasonable. She reached out to turn on the coal lamp in the room, as she still planned to watch TV tonight.
“What are we having for dinner tonight?”
“I’ll go to the cafeteria to get some dishes for you.”
As soon as Huo Jingyuan left, Wen Ci took off her work clothes and soaked them in water.
The hospital had issued two sets of work clothes to each person. She had worn one set home intending to wash it. After finishing all her tasks, she climbed up to the rooftop of the flat building using a ladder.
In the distance, the setting sun cast a golden glow, its afterglow spreading over the Gobi Desert, making it appear incredibly sacred.
The northwest has its charms, and the capital has its own.
Suddenly, Wen Ci saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure from the rooftop. Jiang Ye, looking travel-worn, was carrying two exquisite suitcases.
Following the direction pointed out by the guard, she arrived at the three-bedroom apartment.
Just as she was feeling lost, Jiang Ye spotted Wen Ci on the rooftop. She narrowed her eyes and proactively waved at Wen Ci.
Wen Ci did not return her gaze.
Jiang Ye: “…”
Suppressing her anger, she walked to the front door and saw that it was open. She couldn’t help but glance up at Wen Ci and then at the door.
After a while, Jiang Ye called out, “Sister, I came to see you.”
Hearing this, Wen Ci’s eyelids drooped slightly. In her memory, this fake had never called her sister before.
She had always been indifferent to the original host and even mocked her in private.
Wen Ci looked at the height of the building, which was only about three meters above the ground. After careful consideration, she jumped directly from the roof.
“Do I have a sister?” Wen Ci posed a soul-searching question.
“Sister.”
Jiang Ye’s tears came on cue, her eyes brimming with tears as she bit her lower lip, looking pitifully aggrieved. “Although we are not biological sisters, we are closer than real sisters.”
During the conversation, Huo Jingyuan returned carrying four stacked lunch boxes. Seeing the woman dressed in fine clothes at the door, he recalled last night’s phone call.
Huo Jingyuan indifferently said, “Please step aside.”
Hearing the man’s voice, Jiang Ye immediately turned to look at Huo Jingyuan. Her gaze locked onto his strikingly handsome features, a rare sight in the mortal world.
Jiang Ye was filled with regret.
If she had known Huo Jingyuan looked like this, why would she have revealed her identity? She could have remained the daughter of the Jiang family.
“Brother-in-law.”
Jiang Ye’s tears welled up in her eyes, her lips tightly pursed. Combined with the fatigue from her long train journey from the capital, she looked extremely pitiful.
Huo Jingyuan stood beside Wen Ci and coldly replied, “Brother-in-law? I’ve never heard of the Jiang family having two daughters. So, you are…”
Jiang Ye: “…”
She looked at Wen Ci, “Sister, can I stay at your place for the night?”
Wen Ci curled her lips, watching Jiang Ye’s performance throughout, finding it quite amusing. But for now, she didn’t know the real situation with Jiang Ye.
From the current situation, it seemed.
She had traveled through time just like herself.
Or perhaps she had been reborn.
“Why did you come to the northwest?” Wen Ci asked knowingly.
Immediately, Jiang Ye looked at Huo Jingyuan, her tone firm and resolute:
“I heard that the northwest is short of teachers, so I volunteered to come to the northwest to serve the country. Cultivating the flowers of our nation is the responsibility of our generation.”
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