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Chapter 833 - 615 The bright moon rises above the sea_2

Chapter 833: 615 The bright moon rises above the sea_2

The woman noticed Jiang Chen’s strange gaze.

Jiang Chen halted his wandering thoughts, showing no signs of concern, and immediately consoled her, "Whatever has happened, don’t lose hope. Nothing is more important than life."

"..."

The woman fell silent.

"Let’s go up; it’s dangerous here." Jiang Chen continued to remind her, apparently out of genuine concern, as if he worried that she might act impulsively. He stayed by her side, disregarding the seawater soaking his shoes.

"Do you think I’m going to commit suicide?"

Meeting those strikingly beautiful eyes, Jiang Chen was momentarily stunned and said nothing.

The woman didn’t utter another word, just gave a baffling smile.

One had to admit.

This girl was indeed very pretty.

She had the figure of a model, but her looks were much more striking than those of the models.

It would be such a pity to end her young life like this.

"We have met twice now, which could be considered fate. Is there something you can share with me?"

At times like this, the top priority was to stabilize the other person and bring them to safety. Other issues could wait until later.

Not being one for idle watching and allowing someone to walk into the sea, Jiang Chen felt his conscience would forever bear a burden.

"Let’s go."

He couldn’t just keep standing there foolishly in the sea with her. Seeing she wasn’t moving, Jiang Chen had no choice but to grasp her wrist once more.

He Yihui instinctively frowned slightly but didn’t struggle, letting him pull her up onto the beach.

During his time at Dong University, Jiang Chen had also encountered a student wishing to end their life, though in that case through jumping from a building. In the end, he successfully convinced the student not to jump, so he had some experience dealing with similar incidents.

He didn’t provoke her further, and to avoid pouring salt on her wounds, he simply mentioned the plastic bag he carried, which held a few cans of beer, "Want a drink?"

He Yihui nodded silently in agreement.

Since his shoes were already wet, Jiang Chen simply sat down on the beach, put down the beers, and prepared to empty the plastic bag to make a seat for her. But she had already sat down, equally unconcerned about formalities.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen didn’t bother and just weighed down the plastic bag with the beer to keep it from blowing away, and handed her a can.

He Yihui accepted it.

"Thank you."

Jiang Chen responded with an indifferent smile, popped the tab of his can, and gestured towards her.

The two cans clinked gently together.

Jiang Chen took a sip of beer, savoring it with a relieving exhale.

"What’s your name?"

He Yihui asked after swallowing her drink.

Their last encounter had been a tacit agreement not to ask for names, as if meeting was no need for past acquaintances.

However, neither probably expected to "meet" again so soon.

Perhaps it was because Haojiang was too small.

Or maybe, both of them were in some way outliers.

"Jiang Chen."

A name was nothing difficult to share, and with a relaxed demeanour, Jiang Chen answered while drinking the beer.

"The ’Jiang’ for river and ’Chen’ for morning?"

"No, the ’Chen’ for stars."

Jiang Chen sat comfortably on the beach, looking out at the vast and unfathomable sea and sky, and naturally continued to ask, "And you?"

He Yihui paused briefly, then replied truthfully, "He Yihui."

Hearing the name, Jiang Chen didn’t show much of a reaction; he probably didn’t even know the exact characters. He quickly smiled and said, "Nice name."

It was an obvious perfunctory politeness.

He Yihui glanced at him, quietly lifting her can to take a sip of beer.

"Look at that, how beautiful. There are still many wonderful things in life worth appreciating."

Jiang Chen reflected.

He Yihui’s lips curved up slightly.

It seemed this man truly believed she wanted to end her life.

But his method of persuasion was too...

Looking at the man beside her, feigning concern, He Yihui actually thought of the word "cute."

"How old are you?"

She asked.

Jiang Chen looked at her in surprise. During their previous encounter, although they had chatted quite a bit, they never touched upon personal matters. Moreover, this girl didn’t seem to be someone overly curious.

Jiang Chen hesitated for a moment, but then he remembered that what was most needed at this time was to redirect her emotions and distract her attention, so he still candidly replied, "Twenty-three."

"Twenty-three?"

He Yihui couldn’t help showing a look of surprise, which even crept into her tone.

"What’s wrong? Is there a problem?"

Jiang Chen acted as if nothing was amiss, knowing he appeared a bit "older" as he shook the can, "How about you?"

Anyway, he wouldn’t ask first; if the other person asked, he would simply follow suit.

He Yihui frowned slightly, sizing him up for a good while, probably suspecting he was pretending to be younger on purpose.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have any reason to lie to you? I’m really twenty-three."

Although looking older as a man isn’t something shameful, being scrutinized like this still made Jiang Chen feel somewhat uncomfortable, "Should I show you my ID?"

It was just a courtesy; he hadn’t expected her to actually nod her head.

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but smile wryly.

"...Sorry, I left my ID at the hotel; I didn’t bring it."

"You haven’t told me how old you are yet."

He asked again.

"Asking a woman’s age is very impolite behavior."

He Yihui replied calmly.

"..."

Jiang Chen was suddenly at a loss for words, foregoing his gentlemanly demeanor and quibbling, "I told you mine; it’s only fair."

His childishness brought a slight smile to He Yihui’s lips; she turned a deaf ear and picked up the can to drink.

Jiang Chen shook his head with a smile, seemingly resigned, and did not press further.

The two quietly drank their beers, watching the sea, the moon, achieving the state where silence was more eloquent than sound.

Eventually, He Yihui even took off her high heels; she didn’t mind getting her feet wet since she wasn’t wearing socks; she put her bare feet on the sand.

Her skin wasn’t pale but a healthy shade of wheat. Yet, her toes were as tender as the sprouts of spring—delicate and unadorned, immaculately clean. Had there been someone with a particular fetish present, they might have struggled to contain themselves under the moonlight, transforming into a wolf on the spot.

But Comrade Jiang Chen was a well-rounded individual, excellent in both character and learning; after a subconscious glance, he looked no more.

Some people might fancy snow-white bare feet, but by comparison, he reminisced more about the Balenciaga footwear that Li Shuru once wore.

Sigh.

How mundane.

As he was alone, Jiang Chen hadn’t bought much beer—just six cans in total—and before he knew it, they were all gone.

A couple of cans of beer weren’t enough to worry about getting drunk—He Yihui didn’t even seem affected too much by it, her demeanor as usual, not at all like she had been drinking.

With spirits or liquor, it may be different, but when it comes to beer, most men simply can’t outdrink women.

"Want to keep drinking?"

Jiang Chen politely inquired.

"Is there any left?"

She responded just as courteously.

"..."

Clearly, she wasn’t yet satisfied.

Even though by now Jiang Chen still didn’t know what the other person had been through, why she had thought about suicide, at least her mood seemed to have stabilized.

They were just strangers who had met by chance; there was no need to pry too deeply.

"Wait for me, I’ll go buy some."

Jiang Chen patted his behind, stood up, and even as he was leaving, he packed the empty cans into a plastic bag.

It’s the little details that reveal a person’s character.

On his way off the beach, Jiang Chen kept looking back, worried that she might have a sudden change of heart and rush into the sea, but it turned out he was overly concerned.

She stayed there the whole time, sitting on the beach, hugging her knees, staring at the sea without moving.

Jiang Chen’s mind was at ease. He threw the trash into the bin and dashed across the street to the convenience store.

"Boss, six more cans of beer, and some peanuts for snacks."

The entire shopping and checkout process took just over ten minutes.

But when he returned to the Black Sand Beach with his items, the silhouette had vanished.

Jiang Chen approached gradually.

The pair of high heels was left behind, silently resting next to where she had been.

The waves continued to beat against the shore.

Jiang Chen wasn’t worried in the slightest about her running into trouble.

There, written in the sand with what must have been fingers, was a line of words.

"Next time we meet, I’ll tell you my age."

Next time.

Haojiang might be small, but to encounter each other thrice—what a rare stroke of fate that would be?

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, not taking it to heart, lifted his head, turned around, and contentedly gazed into the distance.