Tangling with the Western Commander - Chapter 263

Chapter 263: Chapter 260: He Can’t Control Himself

In such a vast environment, they all became minorities.

But Wen Xian didn’t care at all.

After posting on Weibo, she immediately turned off her phone.

She didn’t know, nor did she want to know, what people online were saying about her.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes; when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

Since ancient times, it has always been this way.

In fact, she had seen through this long ago, but no matter what, whether something can hurt you still depends on how much it weighs in your heart.

Even if one day she could no longer make it in the entertainment industry, she could just choose an isolated island, live by the sea, watch the sunrise and sunset, and listen to the tides rise and fall.

The sound of morning bells and evening drums, taking it as it comes.

Simply nurturing flowers, reading books–it was good.

Life is never fixed; there are many paths to choose, but every choice must be made with care.

Because, this choice could very well be, for a lifetime.

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Kekexili, governed area.

“Boss! I need to take the afternoon off!” Sang Nian said to Lu Xiao after dinner.

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Lu Xiao was polishing a part from a car in the backyard, ignoring him.

Seeing that he didn’t reply, Sang Nian continued, “Boss, please, I really have something to do this afternoon.”

The man finally stood up, still holding a tool, and said coldly, “What is it.”

At those words, Sang Nian hesitated, looked down at the bag in his hand, and said:

“Sister Xian is still not well; I heard she fell again. Mom took some Tibetan traditional medicine wine from home for treating injuries; she asked me to deliver it to Sister Xian.

Also, Sister Xian told me that there are some of her clothes still in our guest room; she asked me to find time to bring them to her too.”

After his words fell, the arch of the man’s shoulders tensed slightly.

Injured again!?

He looked at him, “When did she contact you?”

Sang Nian, under his piercing gaze, stammered:

“I reached out first; I asked Sister Xian when she was coming back. I’ve kept all her things ready, but Sister Xian said she’s not coming back and asked me to help send them over…”

Upon hearing this.

The man: “…”

With each autumn rain, the cold intensifies; the day seemed even colder, the grasslands had turned dull yellow, and the sand on the Gobi desert was cold and hard.

At this moment, under the chilly skies, his figure stood motionless.

Like a cold stone statue that seemed about to shatter with a gentle push.

“Boss…?”

Sang Nian spoke.

Lu Xiao turned around; his voice when he spoke again was hoarse and muffled, “No leave allowed.”

As he spoke, his gaze swept to the side:

“Put down what you’re holding; you don’t need to worry about her matters, nor do you need to deliver her things.”

“Then who will–” send, Sang Nian hadn’t finished his last word when it seemed he suddenly realized something, his throat choked up, and finally, he managed:

“Okay, I won’t take leave.”

Having said that, he set down the cloth bag containing the Tibetan traditional medicine wine by the wall.

He quickly disappeared in a puff of smoke.

One second, two seconds passed.

The man slowly turned around, his gaze landing on the cloth bag by the wall.

…

The man who had been busy finally stopped.

In the end, his tall frame slowly leaned against the wall, his tool hanging down.

His hands were still stained with some engine oil.

Meanwhile, he leaned against the wall, his chest heaving deeply.

He looked down and took out his phone from his pocket.

One step, then another, it seemed he had already become very proficient at this.