The man gave a wicked smile and leaned in.
In the night sky, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the bright moon hung high, casting a silver-gray moonlight onto the ground. It pierced through the dense foliage of the trees, projecting dappled shadows.
Within the jungle, insects and birds chirped. A firefly, emitting a greenish-yellow glow, flitted and danced through the woods.
The heavy breaths and soft moans of the two were drowned out by the chirping of the insects.
Since Meng Jingwei’s phone was in the car, no calls would disturb them.
However, fate intervened. From a distance, Meng Jingwei heard someone calling her name.
“Damn it!”
Qing Muye cursed, “Go back and punish Song Ci properly for ruining my good time.”
“Pfft… Song Ci is so innocent.”
Meng Jingwei was amused by Qing Muye’s words.
He held her tightly, leaning beside her and embracing her. “A’wei, I have to go. Tomorrow, you should know what to do.”
Meng Jingwei nuzzled his chest and slowly closed her eyes. “I’ll miss you so much.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll find you again if I have the chance.”
“Okay. But A’Ye, you must take good care of yourself and never let me worry, okay?”
Meng Jingwei hugged him reluctantly and kissed his lips.
This time, she was the one taking the lead, assertive, possessive, and greedy in her demands. At the height of their passion, she was unwilling to let go.
“Alright, be good. I have to go.”
He cupped her cheeks with his hands and kissed her forehead. Still worried, he cautioned her, “Remember, besides Song Ci, do not trust anyone. Including, Master Shen.”
Qing Muye’s words were pointed, but Meng Jingwei didn’t ask for clarification.
She stood up with him, tidied her clothes, and pulling Qing Muye’s hand, watched him turn and leave.
Their tightly clasped hands gradually separated from their palms, leaving only the touch of finger against finger. Finally, even the slightest warmth at their fingertips disappeared.
In the dim light, Meng Jingwei watched Qing Muye enter the woods and vanish.
Her burning heart felt empty with his departure.
Standing there, she couldn’t see Qing Muye’s silhouette. She could only clear her mind and try her best to hear the sound of him moving through the woods and rustling the grass.
Only when the last sound faded did she look up at the night sky.
The night sky was studded with stars, the moon like a bright mirror. The moonlight on her body felt like warm sunshine, warming her heart.
It was beautiful, and very comfortable.
She took a deep breath. Perhaps it was due to the dense trees in the forest, free from industrial pollution, that even the air carried a sweet scent, as if honey had been added.
Meng Jingwei reached up to stroke her hair and then adjusted her clothes. She jogged a small circle nearby, trying to sweat profusely, and then quickly ran towards the direction where the voices had come from.
“Phew… Song Ci, I’m here.”
Approaching them, Meng Jingwei shouted a few times.
The few people over there ran towards Meng Jingwei, and Song Ci also followed, looking her up and down. “Young Madam, are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Those people chased too far, and it was at night. I got lost. I almost couldn’t get out.”
She gasped for air, one hand on her hip, the other wiping the sweat from her forehead. “Where’s A’Ye? Did you save him? And what about Li Yun’er?”
Mentioning ‘Qing Muye’, Song Ci’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He felt his throat dry, rendering him speechless.
One of the men beside him, seeing his silence, immediately spoke up. “‘Qing Muye’, he… he is dead. Shot in the head. Probably died from the stray bullets just now. Young Madam, please… accept my condolences…”