Soul Patch

Chapter 131 A Tribute to the Spirits of the Deceased

There's no way to communicate with someone like Jia Lin.

Jia Nan suddenly felt sad; Wen Jie was much happier than him.

Wenjie's father was willing to sacrifice himself for him, while Jialin tried to shift the blame for his own actions onto others.

A bitter smile crept across his lips, gradually spreading and covering his entire face.

Haha... Hahaha!

As I laughed, tears welled up in my eyes.

"What...what happened?"

Andy, in the passenger seat, was awakened by the neurotic laughter and asked weakly.

"Andy, you're awake. Someone attacked you just now, and you have a head injury. I'm taking you to the hospital."

"Sneak attack?"

Andy racked her brains, seemingly recalling that when Jia Nan was about to attack Wen Jie, she was struck hard from behind by something, and then she knew nothing more.

Andy felt her head throbbing as if it would explode if she tried to concentrate even slightly. She had no choice but to give up and looked blankly at Jia Nan, asking:

"Who attacked me? And how did the attacker get into the house?"

She noticed that Jia Nan's condition wasn't any better than hers. She felt that Jia Nan had suffered some kind of blow, and her mental state was very poor, with a strange kind of excitement.

I'm really afraid that Jia Nan might do something foolish in this situation.

Jia Nan's smile faded, and she said seriously, "I don't know..."

Andy breathed a sigh of relief. It was more natural to see someone as aloof as Jia Nan with a serious expression. Suddenly bursting into laughter felt terrifying.

"Brother Nan, has your matter been resolved?" Andy asked hesitantly.

Jia Nan turned to look at Andy: her small face was deathly pale from blood loss, and her anxious expression was truly heartbreaking.

He wasn't unaware of the tender affection in Andy's eyes, but he simply hadn't bothered to consider it.

Starting today, everything is over. Can his life begin anew?

"Brake!" Jia Nan slammed on the brakes as they approached a traffic light, the wheels screeching violently against the pavement.

After the car came to a stop, he looked straight at Andy.

Andy is undoubtedly beautiful, with an angelic face and a devilish figure, and most importantly, she has been quietly by his side all these years...

For some reason, the girl he was thinking of right now wasn't Andy, but Huang Weiwei.

To Jia Nan, Andy seemed too obedient, like a docile kitten. Huang Weiwei, on the other hand, was arrogant, willful, and capricious, which always left him scratching his head in frustration.

what happened?

Why did I think of Huang Weiwei?

Jia Nan herself also found it strange?

"Andy, you're a good girl, and I know you like me. But I don't like you."

As expected, it was a rejection in Jia Nan's style: after giving her a "friend zone" card, she immediately got to the point without any beating around the bush.

Andy forced a smile, but her eyes began to redden. She composed herself and said in a low voice, "I know, I... I don't like you either."

Jia Nan was slightly taken aback, then immediately smiled and said, "That's great."

The light turned green, and the car started moving again, but the two people inside were lost in their own thoughts and didn't say another word.

The car soon arrived at the city's central hospital, where Jia Nan took Andy to the emergency room.

The doctor wrote out a bunch of prescriptions, and he quietly went to pay the bills. After he finished all that, he saw that Andy had already been wheeled into the operating room.

Jia Nan stared at the tightly closed operating room door, then turned and left the hospital.

He lit another cigarette without realizing it, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang six or seven times but no one answered. Jia Nan was getting impatient and paced back and forth at the hospital entrance.

"Hey! Jia Nan, tell me honestly, do you miss me?" Huang Weiwei's clear voice came through the phone.

Huang Weiwei was always radiant and assertive.

Jia Nan smiled and shook his head, throwing the cigarette on the ground. He watched the flickering light of the cigarette butt on the ground, much like the ups and downs of his mood at that moment.

Hearing the whistling wind coming from Huang Weiwei's direction, Jia Nan asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Huang Weiwei, where are you?"

"Me? I'm in Iceland, in an aurora cabin. There are deer, the aurora borealis, and snow-covered landscapes... It's incredibly beautiful! Jia Nan, why don't you fly over here too!"

When Huang Weiwei talks about beautiful scenery, her tone rises; I really envy how carefree she always lives.

"Then have fun, but be careful... to stay safe."

The thought of Huang Weiwei flying to the Arctic Circle, so far away and so cold, all alone... I was originally going to tell her not to talk to strangers, but then I suddenly remembered Huang Weiwei inviting him to a bar and to the ghost market.

Perhaps she isn't alone.

"Jia Nan, you're so bored! I've lost my job. Instead of staying at home baking batches of burnt bread, I might as well go out and have some fun."

I really don't understand what you're busy with every day. There are so many fun things you could do, but you live like an ascetic.

After hearing Huang Weiwei's words, Jia Nan suddenly looked up at the sky, where the dome was like a curtain and the Milky Way was dazzling.

All along, he was the only one whose eyes were clouded by dust, unable to perceive the beauty around him.

Hearing Huang Weiwei's cheerful voice, he inexplicably thought of Yang Shanshan's bloodied and mangled body again.

Given Huang Weiwei's relationship with Yang Shanshan, if she found out that Yang Shanshan had been murdered by him, wouldn't she try to kill him?

He lowered his head indifferently and found that the cigarette butt that had been struggling on the ground had been completely extinguished.

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

Jia Nan said this strange thing over the phone.

After saying that, Huang Weiwei was stunned; even he was stunned.

When did he start talking like that?

He can hang up the phone whenever he wants!

Huang Weiwei seized the opportunity to tease Jia Nan: "Jia Nan, you still haven't answered me. Did you call me because you missed me? Do you like me?"

"This little brat, where does she get her confidence?" Jia Nan smiled, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He pondered for a moment, then his expression turned serious as he asked:

"Huang Weiwei, how did you get the burn on your wrist?"

Andy said it took a lot of effort to create a similar scar on Yang Shanshan's wrist.

The effect was quite good, successfully diverting everyone's attention. Wenjie didn't suspect anything about Andy impersonating Yang Shanshan.

Huang Weiwei on the other end of the phone had no idea what he had been through that day, and this question left her speechless.

Huang Weiwei stuck out her tongue, switched hands to hold the receiver, and used her free hand to support her forehead, sighing:

"Jia Nan, you...you changed the subject so suddenly. The burn on my wrist, right..."

Huang Weiwei drew out the last syllable, clearly trying to think it over.

Less than half a breath later, Huang Weiwei exclaimed again, "Oh dear, I don't know either. It's been around since I was little. I don't understand why you're asking such a useless question!"

Huang Weiwei withdrew the hand that was supporting her forehead and touched the wrist of her other hand. The burn scar was a little protruding and it felt itchy to the touch.

"Just asking, bye-bye."

Jia Nan wasn't used to saying goodbye on the phone, and it seemed he had never said goodbye to anyone on the phone before; the two words sounded stiff and awkward.

After hanging up, he put his phone in his pocket and placed his right hand over his left wrist.

On his left wrist was a bracelet made of brown sandalwood beads, and his right hand fingers gently and slowly stroked each bead.

That was something his older brother got for him when he discovered someone was bullying him; it was said to protect him for life.

When he feels lonely, he touches the bracelet, feeling the beads slide across his fingers, as if his brother were beside him.

Now, he carefully took off the bracelet, held it up to his face, and murmured to himself:

"Brother, Xiaonan avenged you today! May your soul rest in peace!"

(End of this chapter)