She seemed somewhat depressed, to the point that even her clear eyes dimmed slightly; it was so obvious that even Sheila, standing beside her, could sense it.
The Peerless beauty blinked her eyes, walking toward her vehicle while calculating in her mind how to trick the information out of her. Unfortunately, time waited for no one; by the time Shiratori Midori was ready to get into the car, Sheila still hadn't come up with a suitable excuse.
She simply gave up on herself (strike that) and spoke bluntly, "Is that all you're worried about?"
Midori raised an eyebrow. "I have plenty of things that bother me." As she spoke, she gave a slight nod, signaling Sheila to open the car door.
Sheila complied unhurriedly; after all, this place was indeed unsuitable for conversation—the car would be much more appropriate.
After opening the car door and taking a seat, perhaps because a confined space provides a greater sense of security, or perhaps because they had a certain level of trust in each other, both Sheila and Midori appeared significantly more relaxed.
This car was undoubtedly a good one. Sheila did not lack money herself, with a Brother who cared for her deeply, her means of transportation was naturally nothing to be ashamed of—especially for people like them, a good car could sometimes avoid many troubles, could even help her Master escape death.
Turning the key to start the car, the onboard air conditioning turned on automatically, a gentle coolness drifted toward her. Sheila let out a comfortable sigh, not in any hurry to drive. She blinked her eyes, putting on an expression of curiosity, clearly wanting to hear some gossip.
"The way you're acting.. it feels like you're just one bag of melon seeds away from sitting here cracking them while listening to the story." Shiratori Midori complained with helplessness.
Sheila was overjoyed: "Is it really okay?"
Midori: "??"
Sheila replied, "I actually do have some melon seeds here.."
Shiratori Midori quickly made a stopping gesture, her face full of Helplessness: "Can you just be quiet for a moment? Do you actually think you're listening to a story?"
The beautiful woman let out a faint sigh, actually showing a hint of regret.
Midori was truly at a loss for words, but she felt a heavy weight in her heart that she simply had to vent. Thinking that Sheila would likely know a thing or two about this, she began to carefully choose her words, planning to drag her into the matter to get some advice.
As the saying goes—a saying Sheila had told her—three heads are better than one.
Actually, I've talked with Zhenjun about it before," Shiratori Midori said solemnly. "I'll be leaving Japan very soon, I reckon Zhenjun will have to leave soon too..
I'm still a bit concerned about his issues with Love..
Noticing Sheila's strange look, Midori quickly waved her hands and explained, "It's not jealousy or anything, I just want him to.. um.. how should I put it, settle down quickly.."
Sheila's face was filled with "EXCUSE ME??", she said with an indescribable expression, "Are you.." After thinking for a long time, she managed to scrape a word from her vocabulary to describe it: "Pressuring him to marry? Wanting him to.."
She silently glossed over the name 'Gin' and continued, "You want him to find a partner quickly?"
“Of course not." Midori tapped the car window with his hand and said through gritted teeth, "I just want to know if he actually plans to date or not!"
“..”
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Author's Note: The chapters have been completed and some typos have been corrected. There will be another update coming up shortly.
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Chapter 238 Chapter 217 As if through this..
“..”
Sheila showed a somewhat strange expression, but Shiratori Midori did not notice it—or rather, she simply did not care.
Midori shook his hand, which had turned slightly red from pounding on the car window just now, fell into silence—it was unclear whether it was because of his heavy Mood, or because of the continuous pain coming from his hand.
After several dozen seconds of silence, Midori confessed with true feelings, "You know.. um.. I've been 'asleep' for a very long time."
As for me, I've missed many things, like how technology is changing day by day.." Truly changing day by day; speaking of which, mobile phones are really convenient.. "For example, the lives of the people I care about, the changes they undergo.
Take Nana, for example; I never imagined she would become so mature.. In my heart, she is still a Child, now it wouldn't feel out of place at all to call her Sister.
For instance, Zhenjun.. compared to before.. there are many things that are different about him.
As she spoke, she showed a hint of pride in her expression: "Of course, that's normal, after all, it has been so long since the Past."
Midori paused, then continued:
“Back when I was almost dying.. cough, cough, when I thought I was dying, I was actually very worried about Zhenjun.. He is very powerful, very powerful indeed, but he is always.."
But he was always all alone, without any friends and without anyone he could trust." Shiratori Midori pursed her lips, then continued, "For a person in the Dark World, this might not necessarily be a bad thing, but..
Always alone, forever alone..
Will he get tired?
No matter how powerful or indestructible he may be, he is still just a human.
He can get hurt, he can bleed, he can get exhausted..
Entrusting trust, making friends, even.. loving." Shiratori Midori sighed, "For her, it's all too difficult.
Actually—" Sheila pointed out calmly, "For Gin, even if he can't do it, it's nothing.
Even better.
Midori nodded in agreement, "You're right, but still.."
In my heart, I still hope he can be a bit more at ease.
To be honest, I don't care whether he has new friends, I don't care who he goes to bed with, I don't care if he has a lover, or even how many lovers he has.." Midori sighed, saying softly, "More than any of that, I just hope he can live a more relaxed life.
Of course, whether or not to choose 'ease' is ultimately a decision he must make for himself.
Sheila looked at her with a look of half-understanding. "So.. what exactly is it that you are worrying about?"
Shiratori Midori spread her hands, her words carrying a hint of self-abandonment, "To put it bluntly, I just started thinking that he had a Plan to start a.. ahem.. that kind of thing with someone else."
She rubbed her head, her gaze going slightly vacant. "Now, I'm not so sure anymore."
..
Gazing from afar through the window at the car that had been parked motionless by the roadside, Gin frowned slightly.
This behavior is somewhat unusual, he thought.
However, the Silver-haired man had no plan to do anything, because in his view, everything was normal besides the car being motionless—in other words, there was no danger.
And if Sheila and Shiratori Midori truly encountered an Accident that they could not handle, they, who had not yet walked far away, would certainly find a way to notify her.
She had intentionally cut off her conversation with Shiratori Midori.
Although a long time had passed, for Shiratori Midori and Gin, their level of understanding of each other could still be considered among the highest.
Just as Midori could vaguely perceive Gin's psychological shifts, Gin naturally knew that Shiratori Midori's decision to send Sheila away was by no means merely to remind him of "that matter."
"That matter" was most likely just a pretext.
But, just as Gin had answered before, "I know what you want to say."
She just didn't really want to discuss it.
I know what I'm doing.
As for whether she really knew what she was doing..
Gin gave a soft "tsk."
..
Sheila hesitated for a moment, then asked with great sincerity, "So, are you Plan, acting as a matchmaker?"
“Not really,” Shiratori Midori answered instinctively.
Sheila remained noncommittal: "So, do you hope he can enter into a romance, or not?"
That depends on Zhenjun's choice," Shiratori Midori replied, then added slowly, "But, speaking from my personal expectations, I hope he can have someone to accompany him.
Sheila blinked her eyes.
Midori gave a light cough, slowly interrupting the conversation that was about to follow: "Anyway, regardless of the final result, it would be better to let Zhenjun decide after all—by the way, Sheila."
She stated solemnly, "You should drive, otherwise we'll have to pay a fine."
Sheila: ………………
..
The car in the distance finally began to move and slowly picked up speed, disappearing from Gin's line of sight within a few minutes.
The Silver-haired man did not leave her original position. He had both hands in his coat pockets, his green eyes gazing into the distance, his gaze not as sharp as usual.
The coat pocket was not empty—at least the left one wasn't. Gin's left hand fingers slowly stroked the "thing" inside the pocket, appearing as if he were lost in thought.
After a long silence, he let out a soft sigh and took the item out of his left coat pocket.
It was a bullet.
An unused bullet, taken from the magazine.
The slender, fair Finger pinched the Bullet, the Silver-haired man held it high, his Gaze meeting the Bullet at eye level.
Sunlight streamed through the window, making the empty room even brighter and making the bullet reflected in his green eyes appear even clearer.
As the Black Organization's Top Killer for a long time, as an underworld boss who had been fighting through gunfire and bullets to take lives since his youth, he knew the model, style, lethality of the bullet in his hand all too well.
Even its origin was perfectly clear—after all, he had personally stripped it from his own gun not long ago.
There wasn't a single problem with it. Gin knew that very well.
Or rather, the problem was not the bullet in his hand, but the act of him removing this bullet from the firearm.
But he was still watching.
It was as if, through this bullet, he was looking at someone.
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Author's Note: It has been quite busy lately.. I was originally supposed to Return a few days ago, but many things came up unexpectedly.
Lately, there have been many heartbreaking things online, from earthquakes to the passing of Old Yuan; it is all so saddening..
The entire article is actually nearing its conclusion, but there is still some content left; I need to wrap up some foreshadowing and tie up a few loose ends.