Lord of the Mysteries

Looking at the young man with bright red eyes, I snap to my senses. The first thought I have is:

What a waste of a handsome face!

After two seconds, I become somewhat worried.

Is this guy mentally challenged, or just simply mental?

Is he the type of person who easily loses his way to the point that a missing report pamphlet is handed out the very next day?

No, he answered me very fluently just now. He looks fine on the surface… Perhaps he’s just bad with directions? Woah! How can someone like this be allowed outside the house on their own? I hesitate for a moment before asking, “Do you have your family’s number? Do you need to give them a call?”

The man’s expression instantly turns extremely ugly, giving off the feeling that he wants to bury his head in the ground.

“There’s no need!” he answers firmly. “It was just a mistake. A mistake. I wasn’t focused, as I was thinking about other problems.”

“There’s no need to explain,” I immediately respond.

Trying to explain it just shows your attempts to hide things… I add inwardly.

Following that, I stand up, turn around, and point at the end of the road.

“Follow this path to the crossroads, then turn right, understand? Turn right.”

I move my right arm as I face the same direction as him.

The man gloomily says, “I’m not a juvenile.

“I’ll concentrate this time. There definitely won’t be a problem!”

I ignore his emphasis and instead remind him, “If you encounter any more accidents, you can look for the police.”

I originally wanted to mischievously say “Mr. Policeman,” but since he has already said that he isn’t a juvenile, I’ll just forget about it.

However, is this guy living in some stage play? His choice of words are quite literal!

Juvenile?

Using the term “primary school student” would be more down-to-earth!

The man falls silent for two seconds before taking a deep breath.

“Thank you.”

my urge

this guy walk far down the road, I sit back down and enjoy the

say that meat kebabs have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise, it would definitely

the type of food that can take up the challenge. In my heart, it’s

were frozen for god knows how long. As for the one

a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this summer evening simply wonderful in

It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in

take in this assortment of

rub my

second, I start to have

to control myself! What if I

I can only indulge myself once a

in a dilemma, I look

a three-piece attire that isn’t suited to proper nightlife. He has two bright red

the same time, the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k

that you got

retreating. He seems to be embroiled in an

I don’t see any patrolling

before standing up and walking towards

were delivered, so the

don’t I take you there?” I

has to know when to joke

a few seconds, he

I turn

you…” The wind nearly scatters his voice from

walk along the road to the crossroads,

country are you from? You speak pretty good

man hesitates

Which ethnic group are you from? How should I address you?”

side and falls silent for

Bai[1]. My name

a nice name, just a little feminine,”

honest, a superficial joke like this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already given Bai Ailin a feminine nickname

or

ignores my joke and walks

Wrong. That’s wrong. Over

a

around and follows me to