Chapter 21: Originally Here

Chapter 21

So this was where it was.

Across the street, in the dense shade of the trees, a car was parked.

A Subaru Forester, black, an old modified car, inconspicuous, license plate MN520. The owner had already passed away four months ago.

This car was the reward she had given me. Three and a half months ago, I had parked the car across the street. To make sure there was enough gas, two cans of gas were stored in the back, bought with the owner's ID card from a gas station.

I would use this car to bring Bo Rongqi back to my home, where I would tear him apart and turn him into pus.

Another peaceful village amidst the gloomy willows and bright flowers!

Maybe I could avoid surveillance and successfully get Bo Rongqi into the car.

I felt my palms sweating slightly. This was just too perfect.

I dropped the old man off at the gate of his residential complex. Turning out from the tree-lined path, there was a lively outside world beyond, different from the gloominess of the path, with shining neon lights and people coming and going. Two distinctly different worlds coexisted within just a few hundred meters in the same place.

Some people's worlds were noisy, others were serene.

The inpatient department in the morning was very noisy.

Meals were delivered to the patients one by one, the sounds of families washing up, patients walking along the walls...

I was used to such liveliness, I also liked such liveliness.

But by saying this, it seemed that Lisa was comforted and assured. She wiped the tears and snot off her face in a frenzy and grinned at me with gritted teeth.

I didn't dare look into her glittering eyes that had been soaked in tears, so I had to look away.

At lunch I wanted to return the lunch box to Director Li in the cafeteria, but didn't see him there.

In fact, few staff members would bring their own lunch boxes to eat in the cafeteria since the cafeteria had unified tableware that didn't need self-washing and was strictly sanitized to put people at ease.

This was obviously a personal lunch box, gray, three layers, good insulation and stylish design, well-made.

Maybe I should have returned it to him that same day.

I got my food and held the clean lunch box as I walked down the tree-lined path behind the hospital dormitory building. Maybe he was there.

He was indeed there.

Bathed in sunlight, the brown bench, the crisp white coat fluttering in the wind revealing messy hair. In the sunlight I could see his long curled eyelashes clearly.

I thought I might disturb him if I went over. So I stopped.

But he had already turned his head. The sleek jawline, smiling lips.

He turned out to be a very handsome young man.

"Baozhu." He looked up at me with a smile, and stood up at the same time.