"Master, we have identified the person. It is Miss Su. Please come back with us. Otherwise, we will have a hard time reporting to the Marshal."
The eight men in plain clothes who had been following him to protect him surrounded him and prepared to take him away by force.
Chu Yihan clenched his teeth, his eyes sinister: "You can go back if you want, but I will never go back until I find her."
He also needs to find out who harmed her.
Even if she really... really met with an accident, he would bring her body back home.
The men looked at each other, knocked him out decisively, and then used a sleeping pill to ensure that he would not wake up and make a fuss.
"Master Jenny, we will take the master away first. Thank you for your care."
Jenny waved his hands quickly: "No, you guys go quickly, I also have to leave here immediately and hide somewhere else."
Just like that, Chu Yihan only got a cracked pocket watch and was forcibly taken back to China without understanding anything.
After returning to China, no matter how he made a fuss, Marshal Chu refused to let him leave.
Even if he was absolutely hungry, Marshal Chu only asked someone to give him an infusion and was determined not to let him die again.
Later, Chu Yihan fell seriously ill and had a high fever for several days. He invited many Chinese and Western medicine doctors to treat him, and he slowly recovered. However, he lost a lot of weight and even his chin became pointed.
After he recovered from his illness, he became quiet. There was no more luster in his eyes, and he no longer had the cynical and ruffian air he had before. He no longer went out to eat, drink, and have fun, or to hang out in dance halls and casinos.
He was like an old man on his deathbed, sitting in Su Qiao's old house all day in a daze, or walking alone like a wandering soul in the streets and alleys they had been to before.
Sometimes they would sit for half a day in the corner of a coffee shop where they had drunk coffee before; sometimes they would go to a Western restaurant they had been to for the first time, sit in the same seat and stare at the medium-rare steak in a daze.
Two months passed by unknowingly and the New Year is coming soon.
Haicheng, which had been turbulent for a period of time, gradually became temporarily calm. People put on thick cotton-padded clothes or overcoats and began to buy New Year's goods in preparation for the New Year. There was a hint of anticipation and a rare joy on people's faces.
The bustling streets are still full of bright lights, and the Xianyue Palace, which has been taken over by foreigners, is still flashing neon lights, with people drinking and singing every night, but it only lacks a little passion and enthusiasm.
It’s because there was a missing figure that was so dazzling that it made people unable to open their eyes, like the sun.
Chu Hanyi, wearing a black coat, stood at the door and stared for a long time, then walked away quietly like a wandering soul.
"Chu Yihan."
Amid the noise, there was suddenly a sound, neither loud nor light, but as clear as the sound of a spring.
Chu Yihan thought for a while before realizing that someone was calling him.
He turned his head slowly, his eyes dead.
Amid the rotating and flashing neon lights, a pretty figure was standing there, with her hands in her pockets, her eyes curved and she was looking at him with a smile.
Su Qiao, dressed elegantly, brushed her chestnut curly hair that fell to her ears and smiled: "Want to go in and dance?"
Chu Yihan blinked his expressionless eyes, slowly turned his head, and continued to walk slowly.
He was dreaming again.
I can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy anymore.
Su Qiao was stunned.
No way
She just cut her hair short and made her facial features look a little more majestic and tough. Can't you tell