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I didn't go to that restaurant, but instead went to the one next door. After sitting down, I called Xiao Minxing.
I was actually hesitant inside, but I really had questions I wanted him to answer, and I genuinely wanted to hear his voice, even if it was cold. At least it indicated that we still had some connection.
Without wanting to annoy him or provoke him into a fit, I greedily found myself unable to completely let go of him. Even just knowing a little about him and hearing his voice would be satisfying.
The phone rang a few times before he picked up, and in a flat tone, he asked, "What is it?"
I swallowed hard to steady my emotions and softly said, "I saw those people."
Xiao Minxing simply responded with an "mm," showing no further reaction. I wasn't sure what he meant, so I hurriedly added, "It's the ones who showed me Mina's boyfriend's photo. I saw him recently."
It seemed like Xiao Minxing already knew about this, as he casually asked, "And then?"
"Then..." I couldn't figure out what he meant. After repeating his words, I quickly consulted him: "Didn't you say they have some special occupation? What exactly is it? Why are they in Haicheng? The first time I saw him was at Mina's company, Elevator, and this time it's near where I live. It's so strange."
After my long-winded question, Xiao Minxing remained silent for a while, which made me very anxious. I even wondered if something bad might happen.
Anyway, that man didn't seem like a good person and appeared here for no reason. Could he be planning something against Mina?
Thinking about how Mina suffered because of him before and her current progress with Zhuo Feng, even if he didn't do anything, just seeing Mina would be enough to disrupt the peaceful life we have now.
However, at that moment, Xiao Minxing said, "He shouldn't be Mina's boyfriend; he might just be a colleague."
"Then what exactly do they do?"
He paused for a moment before saying, "They protect or investigate people or things commissioned by others. Um, that's about it; it's similar to ancient escort agencies combined with modern detectives."
"Ah? There's that too. I saw Ye Guang had a bodyguard with him; could he also be from the Ye family? Oh right, I didn't meet Ye Guang's mother today. That woman called me and scolded me; I feel like she won't let this go easily."
The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it became. I even forgot who was on the other end of the line and started rambling on.
Until she finished speaking, Xiao Minxing asked from the other end, "What exactly happened between you and him?"
"Nothing... It's just that we learned to paint together, and we're classmates, so we talked a bit more." I felt a bit guilty talking about this with Xiao Minxing. When I first met Ye Guang, he had given me a painting, and at that time, I had even argued with Xiao Minxing over it.
He should have been more aware of the Ye Guang Family situation than anyone else, which is why he wanted me to stay away from that person. But I didn't realize this at all; I just thought he was being unreasonable, not even sparing a mentally challenged boy. Now that I've learned my lesson, it seems deserved.
Xiao Minxing probably thought about these things too, which is why he took a long time to respond and didn't press the issue further. Instead, he said, "If she contacts you again, just take Mina with you."
Aside from a simple "oh," I had nothing more to say.
He hung up the phone in time to avoid any awkwardness.
Not long after I returned from dinner, the delivery arrived. The items I had purchased online in the morning were starting to come in.
When I got busy, I thought less about other things. Even Ye Guang's mother took a back seat, and I only focused on sorting the paper and other items I ordered onto the bookshelf and cabinet.
This apartment was already renovated when I moved in, complete with various furniture, and the overall style was one I liked, especially the study.
Although I don't read much usually, I particularly liked the bookshelf in there and the large desk. Sometimes I'd spread out my drawings across the table to choose from them one by one.
At those moments, I'd mock myself internally, thinking, "Here comes the Empress again."
The window of the study faced the road and the sky of Haicheng. Sitting here, I could see hurried pedestrians passing by during the day and sparkling car lights coming closer at night before fading away again.
I didn't have many books; aside from a few comics I'd bought myself, there were some small books as well. Overall, there were only about ten or twenty books that hardly stood out in the entire study. Most of the large empty shelves were filled with my own paintings.
Now that I had organized the paper and placed my pens on the desk, sitting in the chair behind it brought a slowly rising sense of satisfaction.
This kind of life was given to me by Xiao Minxing.
As Mina said, even though he used to be quite difficult, what more could he do for me when we divorced? He had already done his best.
To put it bluntly, I owed him more. My previous affection for him was merely hidden in my heart; it never brought him any benefits but instead caused him harm.
Xiao Minxing has never said much. Previously, when he was angry with me, it was just the same few accusations that I was a liar. He never talked to me about these things; it’s only now that I reflect on them one by one, and I find it painfully distressing.
He is not a bad person; it’s I who have pushed him to this point.
This realization is harsh, but it is the truth.
Unfortunately, I no longer have the chance to make amends. The current dynamic between us is already the best it can be. We cannot return to the past, and moving forward will not lead to a future.
My earlier good mood has vanished. I sat alone in the study for a long time before finally picking up the brush and starting to work.
It did not go smoothly; I even felt as if I couldn’t express myself through my art. I reviewed the materials repeatedly, trying to understand their content deeply. I thought I was doing well, but what I produced always seemed pale and failed to capture the essence of the words.
This is largely related to my skill level as an artist. As a self-taught Comic Artist who hasn’t learned much yet, taking on someone else’s project feels like both a blessing and a curse.
I set an initial task for myself, but by nine o'clock at night, I still hadn’t finished and was feeling quite frustrated.
The closer I got to the end, the harder it became to find the focus. Even looking at the lines I had drawn made me feel sad.
The philosophers are right; once you turn a hobby into a means of survival, that hobby can become somewhat terrifying. But how many people find themselves in such a position without choice?
It’s not that I don’t want to be passionate about my work, but there is still a gap between reality and ideals, and closing that gap isn’t something that can be achieved in just a day or two.
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