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.”

welcome.” I suppress my urge to

watching this guy walk far down the road, I

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

is definitely the type of food that can take up

stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows

bite down on 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,

bad. It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely

As I take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in front of

nice… I rub

I

I have to control myself! What if I

indulge myself once a month—no, once a

a dilemma, I look up

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

figure seems to sense my

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k are

me that

roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled in an intense inner

around, but I don’t

moment before standing up and walking towards

kebabs were delivered,

I take you there?” I don’t mention the fact that he’s

person, one has to know when to joke and when

changes. After a few seconds, he whispers,

I turn and

The wind nearly scatters

walk along the road to the crossroads,

country are you from? You speak

hesitates for

are you from?

to my side and falls silent

Bai[1].

a nice name, just a

this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve

Lin, or Lyn

joke and

That’s wrong. Over here.” I

are a primary school

follows me

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