Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Her brain was spinning, trying to come up with an answer. Alas, she failed.
An Chuxia tries to ignore “Nangong Zifei”’s smile by looking around. It’s bare: not even a chair is in the small room made of wood. The only light in the room is an emergency light Xia Xinyu installed when they arrived.
She sees the darkness outside the small window. But as she thinks of the cabin’s layout, there has to be another room where Han Qilu is being held.
But how would’ve little Xia Xinyu restrained Han Qilu? There must’ve been a lot of things that happened when she was unconscious. She doesn’t even know where Han Qilu is right now… .
All of a sudden, she starts worrying about him.
“You’re not going to ask why I kidnapped you? Clearly we don’t have a good relationship.” Nangong Zijue asks playfully as he kneels in front of her.
An Chuxia collects her feelings before fearlessly raising her eyes to him. “Why should I ask? If you’re itching to confess, just do it. Don’t fish because I couldn’t care less.”
The smile on his face brightens. “Interesting.”
“You… .” She pauses. She bites her lip before saying, “You’re not Nangong Zifei!”
An Chuxia is hoping he’d be stunned, or at least, act embarrassed. However, Zijue isn’t fazed. He doesn’t even blink as he smiles.
He extends his hand and cradles his chin, laughing. “Oh, why do you say that?”
He didn’t deny or admit, which annoys An Chuxia since she can’t figure out the truth. Is he really Nangong Zifei?
“Because he doesn’t look at me the way you do. He’ll never hurt me.” She forces herself to calm down. “You may look alike, and you may sound the same, but you’re not him. Who the hell are you?”
“Ha ha!” He laughs as he stands up. “You’re really interesting. I am not Nangong Zifei.”
“Then who are you, pretending to be him?”she asks. Is he someone who admires Nangong Zifei and has gone through great lengths to look like him? But current technology hasn’t gotten to the point to make him sound like Zifei.
Nangong Zijue stops smiling. “It seems like I need to make a formal introduction. I am Nangong Zijue, Zifei’s twin.”
Twins… An Chuxia is getting more confused.
“Looks like things are getting interesting. How about we play a game?” Zijue’s smile may be as handsome as Zifei’s, but there is a trace of darkness.
“I don’t want to play a game with you!” An Chuxia refuses.
“Oh… .” Zijue laughs out loud. “Look, you need to know the story.”
This time, An Chuxia remains silent. He proceeds to talk about how he and Nangong Zifei were orphaned at an early age. At the American orphanage, they met the mafia head of the American Black Street [mafia], and they were “adopted” and trained to be brutal [gang] members.
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
Her brain was spinning, trying to come up with an answer. Alas, she failed.
An Chuxia tries to ignore “Nangong Zifei”’s smile by looking around. It’s bare: not even a chair is in the small room made of wood. The only light in the room is an emergency light Xia Xinyu installed when they arrived.
She sees the darkness outside the small window. But as she thinks of the cabin’s layout, there has to be another room where Han Qilu is being held.
But how would’ve little Xia Xinyu restrained Han Qilu? There must’ve been a lot of things that happened when she was unconscious. She doesn’t even know where Han Qilu is right now… .
All of a sudden, she starts worrying about him.
“You’re not going to ask why I kidnapped you? Clearly we don’t have a good relationship.” Nangong Zijue asks playfully as he kneels in front of her.
An Chuxia collects her feelings before fearlessly raising her eyes to him. “Why should I ask? If you’re itching to confess, just do it. Don’t fish because I couldn’t care less.”
The smile on his face brightens. “Interesting.”
“You… .” She pauses. She bites her lip before saying, “You’re not Nangong Zifei!”
An Chuxia is hoping he’d be stunned, or at least, act embarrassed. However, Zijue isn’t fazed. He doesn’t even blink as he smiles.
He extends his hand and cradles his chin, laughing. “Oh, why do you say that?”
He didn’t deny or admit, which annoys An Chuxia since she can’t figure out the truth. Is he really Nangong Zifei?
“Because he doesn’t look at me the way you do. He’ll never hurt me.” She forces herself to calm down. “You may look alike, and you may sound the same, but you’re not him. Who the hell are you?”
“Ha ha!” He laughs as he stands up. “You’re really interesting. I am not Nangong Zifei.”
“Then who are you, pretending to be him?”she asks. Is he someone who admires Nangong Zifei and has gone through great lengths to look like him? But current technology hasn’t gotten to the point to make him sound like Zifei.
Nangong Zijue stops smiling. “It seems like I need to make a formal introduction. I am Nangong Zijue, Zifei’s twin.”
Twins… An Chuxia is getting more confused.
“Looks like things are getting interesting. How about we play a game?” Zijue’s smile may be as handsome as Zifei’s, but there is a trace of darkness.
“I don’t want to play a game with you!” An Chuxia refuses.
“Oh… .” Zijue laughs out loud. “Look, you need to know the story.”
This time, An Chuxia remains silent. He proceeds to talk about how he and Nangong Zifei were orphaned at an early age. At the American orphanage, they met the mafia head of the American Black Street [mafia], and they were “adopted” and trained to be brutal [gang] members.
