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.”

suppress my

watching this guy walk far down the road, I

kebabs have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise,

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

hard to guarantee. Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows

a piece of condiment-infused chicken skin that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this summer evening simply wonderful in a way

It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point that I even

take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in front of me

I rub my belly

the next second, I start

control myself! What

only indulge myself

I’m in a dilemma, I look up

attire that isn’t suited to proper nightlife. He

my gaze. He turns his head and casts his gaze

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are

me that you got

the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to

but I

standing up and walking towards

paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss doesn’t stop me from

you there?” I don’t mention the fact

one has to know

man’s expression changes. After a few seconds, he whispers,

I turn and

wind nearly scatters his voice from

the road to the crossroads, I

you from? You speak pretty good

hesitates for

group are you from? How

to my side and

Bai[1]. My

a nice name, just a little feminine,”

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

Lin, or

ignores my joke and walks

Over

are a

around and follows me to take the