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.”

welcome.” I suppress my urge to

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

to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be

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

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

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

thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to

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

nice… I rub my

next second, I start to have

have to control myself! What

near future, I can only indulge myself once a month—no,

I’m in a dilemma, I

wearing a three-piece attire that isn’t suited to proper

figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns his head

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are

that

advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled in an

I don’t see any

standing up

paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the

I take you there?” I don’t mention the

person, one has to know when to joke

After a few seconds,

I turn

The wind nearly scatters

I walk along the road to the crossroads, I

from? You speak pretty

The man hesitates for a moment

no wonder. Which ethnic group are you from? How should

side and falls silent for a moment before

Bai[1]. My

a nice name, just a little

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

or

Ailin ignores my joke and walks forward

Over here.” I quickly correct

a primary school

Ailin immediately turns around and follows me to take the right