Chapter 91: The Thoughts of a Mortal Man

  This state lasted for several days, although several brothers had some comfort with a few words of consolation, but her inner anxiety was always present, trying to cover it up, but this would only make herself more obvious.

  Especially when the night is deep and people are quiet, this feeling is extremely strong, torturing her every moment, in just a few days, she looks haggard, and her appetite has also decreased.

  "Eat a bit more, you're already thin enough. And the rice grains are almost sticking together to form a rice paste." At noon, when they went to the cafeteria for lunch, He Xin asked her to go occupy a seat first, seeing that she was still a bit dazed. After thinking about it, He Xin decided to get the food herself and even deliberately chose the dishes she usually liked to eat.

  "You eat yourself, don't worry about me." Lu Nianwen looked at those things and couldn't muster up the interest to eat. As for Meng Yang's words about taking good care of herself, she had already automatically thrown them behind her ears: "I'm not hungry, I'll naturally eat when I am."

  "The problem is that you're not in a good state right now." He Xin looked at her and felt like she was being overly dramatic: "You're really something, how can your emotions be so dependent? It's just been a few days since we left, but you're acting like it's life or death. Let's not mention anything else, when Meng Yang sees you in a few days, what do you think he'll think? Do you want him to regret it, blame himself, worry about it? Is that your goal? Or is this just how you view emotions, wanting to see how important you are to the other person?"

  He Xin knew her words were too extreme, but she really couldn't stand Lu Nianwen's attitude that emotions were everything. If love was like this, then she'd rather not have it.

  If things go on like this, it's estimated that she will lose control. Everyone also knows that except for Meng Yang, no one can calm her down.

  Just in time, Meng Yang's message finally arrived when everyone was about to go crazy from waiting.

  The phone rang, and when she casually glanced at it, it was Meng Yang. Lu Nianwen felt that her little heart almost stopped beating at that moment. Fortunately, she didn't completely lose her mind and quickly picked up the phone. Then, her heart was racing violently, showing extreme tension.

  "Little darling." Meng Yang's voice was slightly hoarse and tired, having just completed his mission. He couldn't stop for a moment, immediately turning on the machine. For so many days, he had been driven almost crazy by longing: "You... I..."

  My voice is hoarse, and I suddenly don't know what to say. A thousand words, a myriad of phrases, but I suddenly feel that it's enough just to be able to sense her presence. Saying more would be futile, and this is sufficient confirmation.

  This time, the task was to send him to catch some big drug lords who had infiltrated the city, cracked a major case, and seized a large batch of drugs. These people were all desperate fugitives, originally prepared to fight to the death. He deployed for several days, made thorough preparations, and successfully cracked the case without casualties.

  For him, this task was actually easy, what was really being tested was his willpower. Never had he been so uncertain in the midst of a mission, it was almost fatal.

  For the first time, he found that his self-control ability was really poor, and all he could think of was her. He then forced himself to cheer up and reminded himself that he was on a mission and couldn't think too much. It had only been a few days, but he was already tortured.

  "The task is completed, are you okay?" Lu Nianwen's voice was hoarse and a little husky. Her eyes were inexplicably moistened, the memories were too deep, it had only been a few days, but she felt like it had been a long, long time, so long that this phone call was like timely rain, making her heart suddenly refreshed.