He and the Black-haired FBI agent were simply not from the same world.
Gin believed Akai Shuichi, but he did not believe the FBI.
Rather than foolishly staying in place and relying on the kindness and promises of the FBI, only to end up miserably receiving a mere "I am sorry," Gin would rather step back in time and maintain his distance.
What use could he have for possible apologies? They weren't edible, either.
The Silver-haired man cast her gaze out the window, watching the scenery rapidly receding through the car window. Amidst the warmth provided by the car's air conditioning, he observed the branches outside swaying in the cold wind, slightly moved her stiff fingers.
It wasn't that he couldn't wear gloves; it was just that in a life-or-death battle, gloves would inevitably affect his performance.
After a long silence, he cast her gaze upon Sheila, silently answering the question she had raised before.
“There is no need.”
Sheila raised an eyebrow.
She was clearly a smart woman as well; with a quick shift in thought, she guessed her concerns from Gin's attitude.
But was this hesitation incorrect?
The girl's gaze tightened slightly.
She let out a soft sigh, thinking: Forget it, I'll just drive honestly.
However, driving honestly was impossible; it was clearly impossible.
Because—
She didn't know Gin's destination!
A Silver-white sedan stopped at a Crossroads, from the corner of her eye, Sheila saw that Gin seemed to be spacing out. Even though she didn't want to, she still had to remind her, "Um.. where are you going?
It was a perfectly reasonable question to ask.
After all—
She couldn't just drive around aimlessly with someone!
Gin was slightly taken aback.
After a moment of silence, he ultimately gave an address.
Sheila ran through the address in her mind and was delighted to find that she recognized the place. Thus, the girl abandoned her plan to use Google Maps and calmly chose a direction and turned.
Just as she stepped on the accelerator, Sheila remembered something.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you something." She cleared her throat slightly, a gentle smile playing on her face.
Gin raised an eyebrow, clearly not very interested.
Sheila gave an innocent smile. "It is a good thing, after all."
Gin remained noncommittal.
Sheila persisted, "It's related to Nana~~"
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Chapter 212 Chapter 193 My home's cabbage is about to be stolen..
Gin was momentarily speechless.
He finally turned his head as if deigning to do so, his cool, jade-like green eyes sweeping a chilly glance over Sheila. That person turned her head with a smile, looking utterly triumphant.
Two seconds later—
Gin averted her vision, looking at the road ahead, reminded him indifferently, "You should slow down."
Ha—ah!
Seeing that a horrific traffic accident was about to occur, Sheila decisively spun the car around and slammed her right foot onto the brake—she remembered not to brake too hard to avoid flipping the car.
Although the incident happened suddenly, Sheila was always calm; even in her panic, she did not appear flustered, handling everything methodically and in order to prevent an accidental accident.
Only after the sedan finally came to a halt did the girl finally breathe a sigh of relief, dropping her mask of fearlessness. A few stray strands of hair fell, partially obscuring her blue eyes. At a glance, a few water drops had already seeped from her forehead—it seemed she had broken into a cold sweat from the fright.
"That was close—" Sheila pulled the handbrake, bringing the Sedan to a complete stop by the roadside. She patted her chest with her left hand, her beautiful face revealing a look of lingering shock that drew a quick glance from Gin.
Judging by her own experience, the recent "accident" was nothing more than a "small problem" to Gin, he didn't even take it to heart when he was reminding Sheila. Seeing Sheila's expression of having narrowly escaped death, the Silver-haired man was somewhat surprised.
Because of my health," Sheila pouted, "I haven't driven for a while.. especially long distances.
She paused, then added with a smile, "I've only just gotten back into it recently."
Gin: "……"
For a moment, he was somewhat speechless, for once, he began to worry about his own safety.
Just think about Gin—he started out committing all sorts of crimes at such a young age (ahem), he is the renowned Organization's Top Killer within the Black Organization. Not only does he bear the heavy responsibility of being the 'only' one in the Black Organization who actually gets things done, but in his spare time, he also has to engage in battles of wits and courage against various undercovers. Later, he even toppled B. W, defected from the organization, captured Rum..
He has survived all sorts of great storms and waves; if he were to die in a mere accidental accident—
It would be far too damaging to his illustrious reputation!
Seeing that Gin's face had already turned awkward, Sheila coughed repeatedly, one hand resting on the steering wheel, trying to save face for herself with a smile.
Don't worry, don't worry, I'll drive more slowly.
Seeing that the person in the passenger seat still had a cold expression, Sheila suddenly had a sudden realization and hurriedly added another sentence:
I guarantee there won't be an accident!
After finally coaxing Gin, Sheila felt a belated sense of relief, then she started the sedan once again.
This time, the sedan's speed was much more "steady," advancing slowly along the mountain road, moving so slowly it hardly seemed like it was being driven by a (former) Black Organization member.
Rarely, Gin, who had always prioritized efficiency, said nothing this time.
However, he said nothing, but Sheila had something to say.
After all the twists and turns, the topic seemed to have returned to the beginning.
“Aren't you curious about what I'm going to say?” Perhaps feeling a bit unwilling to let it go, Sheila continued to tease him with a beaming smile, attempting to pique Gin's interest.
If it came down to a contest of patience, Gin was never one to fear it.
She blinked her eyes and said nonchalantly, "I'll find out sooner or later."
Although he cared about Nana, Gin was not about to lose her composure. If Nana had truly encountered any danger, Sheila would not be teasing him so leisurely like this.
And since Nana was not in any danger, it made no difference whether Sheila spoke up or not.
—At worst, he would just go and ask Nana herself.
The Girl acting as the Driver was clearly a bit depressed: "Don't you want to know quickly?"
Gin gave her an indifferent glance. "If you want to say something, you'll say it."
A silence fell.
About five minutes later, Sheila finally spoke up as if she had given up on something, her voice filled with dissatisfaction and heavy with complaints: "Fine, fine! I'll tell you, alright?"
“You really are something—" the Girl muttered, her voice as low as a mosquito's.
After venting her frustration, Sheila cleared her throat and finally stopped teasing.
She announced, "Niwang proposed to Nana—"
Sheila deliberately drawn out her voice, enjoying Gin's rare moment of distraction for a few seconds, only then did the gloom in her heart vanish.
Blinking her eyes playfully, Sheila's voice carried a hint of teasing:
Nana agreed.
The cold wind outside the car was biting.
..
Nana agreed.
This was not surprising news.
Niwang Yaji and Hashimoto Nana had known each other since their middle school days; they had been together for a long time, even living together for a period of time.
Even if Nana had secrets that made it inconvenient to be honest, years of being together and their sincere mutual support were enough for both sides to understand each other's character and see the true nature of the emotions between them.
Passionate love in this world generally cannot escape two outcomes: one is that the flowers fall without a trace, leaving only heartache behind, the other is that the flowers bloom and bear fruit, eventually becoming a couple.
—Of course, life together after marriage is another matter entirely.
Fortunately, their Love had a good ending.
If all the pressure placed upon Shiratori Nana were lifted, her beloved Sister returned to the world, there would still be many beautiful things in life worth her attention.
For Yaji, the Truth that was once hidden in the mist had been revealed in its entirety by his Girlfriend (after obtaining Gin's consent). He was a man of responsibility, now that the situation had become clear, he would certainly not let go of his Girlfriend's hand.
This was truly an unexpected ending.
But it was truly unexpected news.
—At least, for Gin and Midori, that was certainly true.
I'm actually quite surprised," Shiratori Midori said sincerely. "Knowing that Nana has a boyfriend is one thing, but knowing that they are about to get married is quite another!
Just think, to me, only a few months ago, my own Sister was still a tiny, green and tender Girl, pulling at my Coat to call me Sister, asking me a bunch of childish questions, babbling, 'Sister, can you stay with me a little longer'—
“When I saw her again, she had already grown up, but she still acted spoiled toward me, still asked me a bunch of questions, still held my hand saying, 'Sister, can you stay with me a little longer?'—"
And now!" Looking at the brown-haired girl, who was slightly younger than her own sister, she slammed the table in anger, causing the water glass on the table to wobble: "She! Is! Actually! Getting married!
"How can I accept this!" Shiratori Midori's breakdown was written all over her face.
Miyano Akemi silently took a step back.
The beautiful woman wore a smile that had once been described as gentle and lovely, truly worthy of the title of 'Angel'. The kind and gentle woman smiled brightly, attempting to save Nana's romance: