After writing the latest short piece of music notes on the beach, Leng Zimo looked up and saw a pair of bare feet.
They were small feet, slender and white, with long toes, and nails like pretty shells, glimmering softly in the night.
He looked up in surprise, his eyes filled with delight.
Luo Xiaoqian was looking at the beach, where there was a musical staff he had drawn, and two strings of completed music notes. Besides that, where she stepped, were two characters—Qianqian.
Not in English, but in Chinese.
Seeing those Chinese characters partly sunk in the sand, Luo Xiaoqian’s lips curved up gently.
Didn’t he say that he couldn’t speak Chinese? How could he write it?!
"Sissi!" Leng Zimo came to his senses, quickly stood up, walked to her, and used his foot to cover those Chinese characters.
"Couldn’t sleep." Luo Xiaoqian looked up at him, "I’ve been thinking about someone these days."
Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow, showing his doubt.
His foot quietly moved, erasing the words and notes he had written on the beach.
"There’s someone in my heart, but I can’t remember." She continued, her eyes just staring deeply into his, "I know that person is very important to me."
Is it him?!
Leng Zimo dared not ask and could not ask, just remained silent.
Luo Xiaoqian stared intently into his eyes.
In the night, his gray eyes appeared profound, almost as dark as black, very much like the man from that night.
Her heart couldn’t help but start beating faster.
His beard was fake, he clearly could speak Chinese and write in Chinese, yet claimed he couldn’t; he was obviously disguising himself, so were his eyes also a disguise?
Could it be that the man from that night really was him?
If so, why was he doing this, was he planning to take her away?
"Do you know XX Hotel?" Luo Xiaoqian asked.
The hotel she mentioned was exactly the one Leng Zimo had worked at before. He nodded, looking at her with increasing perplexity, not knowing why she would ask this.
"I want to go there, can you take me?" Luo Xiaoqian asked again.
She couldn’t be sure whether the man in front of her was the man from that night, so she could only imply.
She was also afraid, afraid of mistaking someone else, afraid of exposing herself, afraid of Luo Ke noticing her odd behavior.
Does she want him to take her to that hotel?
Leng Zimo really couldn’t figure out what she was thinking.
"Why?" he asked in English.
Luo Xiaoqian bit her lip, "Because I need to find someone, I must find him."
Even though she couldn’t be sure if he was the man from that night, there was a strong sense of trust in her subconscious towards Leng Zimo.
Is she looking for him?
But how would she know he was at that hotel?!
Before he could answer, Luo Xiaoqian held out the shoes she was carrying in her hand to him.
"Help me put on my shoes."
Leng Zimo was taken aback for a moment, but his fingers naturally reached out, taking the shoes from her hand.
Stepping on the sand, Luo Xiaoqian bent down, trying to sit on a rock.
"NO!"
Leng Zimo reached out and grabbed her by the arm.
The rock was wet and cold after nightfall, he feared she would catch a chill.
Kneeling in front of her, Leng Zimo gently placed her hand on his shoulder, then bent down, cradling her foot, brushing off the sand, and putting on her shoe.
It’s him!
At the moment he held her foot, Luo Xiaoqian was sure, it’s him, the man standing in front of her, this chef, was definitely the man from that night.