Tangling with the Western Commander - Chapter 264

Chapter 264: Chapter 261: This Time She Doesn’t Want Him Anymore

He opened WeChat and looked at the chat box with her.

He had never been interested in WeChat and was too lazy to bother with it.

But the background of their chat had made him learn to change it to her photo.

She was in the Gesang Flower Sea, turning back, smiling at him.

He just stared, kept staring, for a long time, as if his gaze simply couldn’t be moved away.

Lightly caressing her cheek in the photo, as if he could still feel her warmth.

But all this was just hypothetical.

And at that moment.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he had discovered something.

That moment, his breath halted again.

Wen Xian–had changed her Wechat name.

She no longer called herself Shang Luxiao.

She just used Wen Xian.

Just like him, he was Lu Xiao, she was Wen Xian.

It seemed they were two people with no entanglements, and no longer could anything be tangled in those names.

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The man was stiff for a while, and deep down, he seemed to sensitively sense something, his fingertips trembling as he clicked on her avatar.

He entered her Moments.

Indeed, she who had not posted any updates for so long had just shared a new post five minutes ago.

With a picture that was a side profile photo of her.

Barefaced, facing the day, yet still so beautiful, her eyes closed, chin slightly lifted, the afternoon sunshine casting on her.

She was smiling.

Pure and beautiful.

But he knew at a glance that her body was still extremely weak, lacking vitality.

And the content of her post was:

[There are millions of men in the world, if it doesn’t work out I’ll just change them.]

These words struck his eyes: “…”

His grip on the phone tightened.

She seemed to handle it easily, letting go easily.

Clean-cut.

No entanglements.

A clean break.

And it snapped the string that had been taut in his mind all this time.

…

By evening, the distant sky was a swath of red and orange, the golden afterglow filling the space between heaven and earth.

While the rosy clouds and solitary birds flew together, the autumn water extending into the sky as one shade.

Wen Xian’s complexion looked better, although she had been seriously ill, she couldn’t always be cooped up inside.

Wrapped in a warm woolen coat, Cheng Dongyuan was waiting for her when she came out.

He gave her a slight smile and walked beside her.

When the two left the guesthouse, some crew members saw them and couldn’t help but whisper to each other, quickly leaving.

Wen Xian acted as if she didn’t see and instead looked toward the horizon.

The two didn’t walk far, just around the vicinity of the base, after all, she still dared not go far.

Well, mainly because she felt that if other people recognized her around this time, they might harm her.

Since this was a film crew base, there would be some Tibetan elderly selling local snacks and handmade knitted hats and scarves by the roadside.

Wen Xian, attracted by the aroma, walked over.

There were also a few cars parked by the side of the road.

He didn’t know whose they were.

Cheng Dongyuan cast a glance, then suddenly grabbed her wrist, stepped in front of her, and pulled her collar higher.

Covering half her face, fearing she would be photographed.

The gentlemanly and steady man was looking after her considerately like this.

And this scene was clearly seen by someone in a black car.

The car was rather old, like some rarely used spare vehicle.

They were only a few meters away from the person in the car.

The light inside the car was very dim, and half of his face was obscured in the shadows of the light–