After writing the latest note on the beach, Leng Zimo looked up and saw a pair of naked feet.
They were a pair of small feet, thin and white, with long toes and nails like beautiful shells, shining faintly in the night.
He raised his face in shock, his eyes full of surprise.
Luo Xiaoqian was looking at the beach. On the beach, there was the staff he drew and two strings of written notes. In addition, where her feet stepped, there were two words - Sissy.
It's not English, it's Chinese.
Looking at the two square characters that were slightly embedded in the sand, the corners of Luo Xiaoqian's lips raised slightly.
Didn’t he say he couldn’t speak Chinese? How could he write?!
"Sissi!" Leng Zimo came back to his senses, stood up hurriedly, walked to her, and blocked the square characters with his feet.
"Can't sleep." Luo Xiaoqian raised her face and looked at him, "I've been thinking about someone these past few days."
Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows to express his doubts.
His feet moved quietly, erasing the words and notes he had written on the beach.
"There is a person in my heart, but I can't remember it." She continued, her eyes just staring at his eyes closely, "I know that person is very important to me."
is it him?!
Leng Zimo didn't dare or couldn't ask, so he just kept silent.
Luo Xiaoqian stared into his eyes closely.
In the night, his gray eyes looked very deep, almost like black, which was very similar to the feeling of the man that night.
Her heart couldn't help but get excited.
His beard is fake. He obviously knows how to speak Chinese and write Chinese characters, but he says he can’t. It’s obviously a deliberate disguise. So are his eyes also disguised?
Could it be that the man that night was really him?
If so, why did he do this? Did he want to take her away?
"Do you know XX Hotel?" Luo Xiaoqian asked.
The hotel she was talking about was the hotel where Leng Zimo worked before. Leng Zimo nodded and looked at her more and more puzzled, wondering why she asked this.
"Can you take me where I want to go?" Luo Xiaoqian asked again.
She wasn't sure whether the man in front of her was the man that night, so she could only hint.
She was also afraid, afraid that she would admit the wrong person, afraid that she would reveal her fault, and afraid that Locke would notice something strange about her.
Which hotel does she want him to take?
Leng Zimo really couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
"Why?" he asked in English.
Luo Xiaoqian bit her lip, "Because I want to find someone, and I must find him."
Although she was not sure whether he was the man that night, she had a strong trust in Leng Zimo in her subconscious mind.
Is he the person she is looking for?
But how did she know he was in that hotel?!
Before she could answer, Luo Xiaoqian had already reached out to him with the shoes in her hand.
"Help me put on my shoes."
Leng Zimo was stunned for a moment, but his fingers naturally raised his hand and took her shoes in his hands.
Stepping into the desert, Luo Xiaoqian stooped down and wanted to sit on the stone.
"NO!"
Leng Zimo reached out and took her arm.
The stone was wet and cold after nightfall, and he was afraid that she would catch a cold.
Squatting down in front of her, Leng Zimo raised her hand and put it on his shoulder. He then bent up, picked up one of her feet, helped her brush off the sand, and put on her shoes.
It's him!
The moment he held her feet in his hands, Luo Xiaoqian was already sure that it was him, and the chef in front of her must be the man that night.
