Chapter 3739: Missing

Editor: Henyee Translations

Destroying peace had always been the strength of Japanese students. Ye Jian smiled and bowed. She retracted her gaze and sat on another chair.

“Are you here to treat your injured finger? Is it very serious?” Ye Jian’s polite smile earned Michiko Matsuyama’s concern. Her gaze was already on Ye Jian’s injured finger. She frowned slightly. “It looks very serious. Is it infected?”

From her facial expressions and tone, it seemed like she was really worried about Ye Jian.

Only she knew if she was really worried or not.

One shouldn’t hit a smiling person. Since the other party wanted to be polite, how could Ye Jian ignore her? She naturally chose to go along with her and treat her politely. “Thank you for your concern. I don’t think it’s infected.”

Michiko Matsuyama heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to say something, Maki Fujino, who was blocked, said in a low voice, “Michiko, we can leave now.”

He didn’t say it out loud, but Michiko Matsuyama understood.

After a while, she shook her head and said, “From the past few days, I can tell that the Chinese are quite strict with the students of the military school. The solution you mentioned is very difficult to achieve.”

“We need to try to know whether we can do it or not.” Maki Fujino looked straight ahead. The ruthlessness in his eyes was filled with killing intent.

She insulted their flag. Heh, did she think that she would be safe after returning to China?

Ye Jian, who was accompanied by Joy, was already getting her wound treated. Just as the military surgeon was treating Ye Jian’s fingernails, Joy picked up her camera and took a close-up shot of this scene.

Ye Jian wasn’t captured in the photo. Only her thin finger that was being disinfected was shown.

Due to time constraints, Joy didn’t manage to develop the photo in time and hand it over to the Chinese. Later, the Chinese military agreed to let Manchester print the photo. In the end, the largest newspaper in Manchester also published the photo.

When Xia Jinyuan saw the photo, he kept staring at the small old scar on the hand. There was a storm in his eyes.

This hand... was the hand of the person he missed.