Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 294: Chapter 291: I Want to See You, One Last Farewell

He patted her shoulder and said,

“The story that follows involves the female protagonist writing a book that is turned into a movie. But a few years later, she still hangs herself at home to be with him.”

Wen Xian nodded without saying much else.

Then she followed Sister Ling into the car to rest.

This time, however, Sister Ling noticed that her mood was very subdued.

Indeed, Wen Xian’s inner world was supremely oppressed.

Perhaps it was because she had become too deeply immersed in her role and couldn’t step out of it, or perhaps, the plot had reminded her of someone.

Sister Ling saw that her eyes were red and her mood sorrowful. After bringing her a hand warmer and some hot water, she left to give her some quiet space,

“Xian, take a good rest. Now that the filming is over, we can go back.”

Once she left, the car was engulfed in silence again.

Wen Xian leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.

The only thing she could faintly hear was the sound of the wind outside the car window.

She tried hard to calm the turmoil within her, and at last, she took out her phone.

She entered a string of numbers etched in her memory and dialed.

One second, two seconds–

“Hello, what’s up?”

The person on the other side didn’t make her wait too long and quickly picked up.

But this time, along with his voice, Wen Xian also heard his slightly labored breathing.

It seemed he was doing some physical labor.

His breaths came and went…

Wen Xian couldn’t help holding her breath, almost picturing his sturdy chest heaving with each breath.

“What are you doing?”

She asked.

The man on the phone, looking at the vast snow-covered mountains in the distance, surrounded by fir and pine, still breathing a bit unevenly, said, “I’m working.”

And behind him,

Through his frequent visits here, even spending nights in a tent, he had built a charming little wooden house behind him.

Grasping the raw wooden handrail, several steps up brought you to a small square house, small but fully equipped.

There was even a tiny loft above.

By his feet lay a chainsaw and various other tools.

Though it was cold, there was a thin sheen of sweat on his brow.

The sunlight made his nose even more prominent, his face marked with some gray streaks, and as he spoke, his chest continued to rise and fall slightly, exuding a masculine scent.

Wen Xian knew he must be busy with something, but the sound of his labored breathing was just too intoxicating…

It was too overwhelming for her.

She couldn’t help but recall those moments when his heavy breathing echoed in her ears just like this.

She swallowed.

“What work are you doing? Why are you panting? Don’t tell me there’s a woman with you,” she teased with a light chuckle.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiao also let out a snicker before adding, “What I’m busy with, you’ll find out.”

With that, he moved the phone away from his ear,

Placing it up in the air.

Soon, Wen Xian could hear the sound of the wind coming from her own phone, echoing against her ear.

The whooshing sound of the wind resonated through the valley.

Over and over again.

“Did you hear that?”

Lu Xiao brought the phone back and asked.

Wen Xian’s smile gradually faded as she slowly said,

“Lu Xiao, where are you? I’ve finished filming in Qinghai, and I want to come find you.”

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