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Chapter 503: Brother Ethene, The Drunkard

Chapter 503: Chapter 503: Brother Ethene, The Drunkard

But he just liked watching her eat, liked to take care of her.

Every time he saw her appetite burst forth and she ate with great relish, he felt good.

"Okay."

After Wen Xiao’ai agreed, she couldn’t help but look towards the silent Baozi, who had been staring at the drunkard.

It was somewhat strange.

She couldn’t help but follow Baozi’s gaze towards the drunkard.

What’s with Baozi?

Why was he staring at the drunkard the whole time?

The boy stood there, his eyes, which had lost their original brightness and turned dark red, fixed intently on the drunkard sitting on the sofa.

Suddenly, his heart felt incredibly, unbearably anguished, as though he wanted to die, and he was overwhelmed with the impulse to cry.

Who is he, who is he.

The boy stared at the drunkard, his emotions gradually becoming more agitated.

He raised his hand, touching the area over his heart.

It hurt, it hurt so much here.

He was merely a remnant soul, why did his heart still ache.

Who exactly was this person?

"I’ll be going now," the drunkard said, stepping forward to leave.

As the drunkard made to leave, the boy’s body instinctively took a step forward, as if to follow him.

"I’ll be going too, Miss Wen Xiao’ai and Third Young Master, please enjoy your meal," Qing Yi also left with the drunkard.

The boy completely lost control over his body and mind, following directly in the drunkard’s footsteps.

"Eh, Bao... " Wen Xiao’ai saw the boy attempting to leave and was startled, hastily standing up to call after him.

He couldn’t be exposed to sunlight.

"What’s wrong?" Jun Moyan, looking at the oddly-behaving Wen Xiao’ai, was somewhat puzzled.

"Nothing, it’s nothing." Wen Xiao’ai saw the boy stop and breathed a sigh of relief, sitting back down on the sofa.

She picked up the milk that Jun Moyan had drunk to distract herself from her unease.

But her eyes kept darting towards Baozi.

The morning sun outside the door forced the boy to stop in his tracks.

He stood a few meters from the door, gazing at the receding back of the drunkard and Qing Yi side by side, finally unable to hold back his tears.

Transparent tears fell, just like his body, invisible to everyone but himself.

The tears flowed down his transparent cheeks, falling silently to the ground without stirring a speck of dust.

He didn’t know why he was crying, but his heart just ached.

His tears blurred his vision, and the figure of the drunkard also became hazy.

In the mist, it seemed he saw the drunkard stop, just standing there at the doorway...

"What’s wrong?" Qing Yi, looking at the abruptly halting drunkard, was a bit perplexed.

The drunkard surveyed the sunny weather at the doorway, his eyes sweeping around as if searching for something.

Then he slowly turned around, looking towards the hall.

Seeing the drunkard turn around, the boy didn’t know what to feel, just watching the drunkard as the tears kept flowing.

The drunkard’s gaze slowly swept over the hall, and the place where his eyes rested included where the boy was standing.

Yet, his gaze did not linger on the boy even for a second.

Because he couldn’t see the boy.

It seemed he was looking for something, but found nothing.

A sudden wrench of his heart brought on a wave of inexplicable sorrow, making the drunkard feel utterly uncomfortable.

"What are you looking for?" Qing Yi, curious, also glanced at the hall.

Jun Moyan and Wen Xiao’ai, sitting on the sofa, turned their gaze towards the strangely behaving drunkard at the doorway.

Just as Jun Moyan was about to ask, the drunkard said it was nothing and turned to leave.

"Are you okay?" Qing Yi asked with concern.

"No..." The drunkard shook his head.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him.

Just at that moment, he felt as if he sensed something very familiar.