Tangling with the Western Commander
Chapter 399: 396

Chapter 399: Chapter 396

She suddenly turned a subtle shade upon remembering something.

Oh no, she hadn’t yet revealed the truth about that night’s events Little Zaijun experienced!

But who knew where that girl had run off to.

If she came back and bumped into Shen Lin, wouldn’t that be—

Like sparks colliding with the Earth—boom.

The sky in the courtyard was growing darker by the minute, the winter sky also becoming a murky gray.

There was a hint of indescribable blue.

Like a watercolor painting with intensified shades, spreading widely in large swaths.

By then, small snowflakes began drifting through the air, gently twirling with the wind.

When Li Zaijun received the message to come back for dinner, it was snowing heavily.

Everything was pale and hushed in the night, settled into silence, only the myriad lights seemed to overflow with a lively atmosphere.

When she reached the door, she took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the white frost spread out.

Upon pushing open the door and entering, she headed towards the main hall.

She glanced over and felt that the house seemed busier today with visitors, she could even hear her aunt’s laughter.

Actually, she didn’t want to be a killjoy.

But it was the last night, she had always avoided it, wanting to be alone; if it continued tonight, her aunt and uncle would surely become suspicious.

As she approached the entrance of the main hall, Li Zaijun took off her hat, ruffling her somewhat messy, fragmented hair.

Snow had also adhered to her feet, she lightly stomped twice, straightened her clothes, and finally pushed open the door.

As the door opened, everyone seated at the dining table looked complete—uncle, aunt, sister-in-law, brother, but indeed, apart from them, there was one more person—

That person was facing away from her.

His posture was erect.

Her gaze quickly swept past, not bothering to look at these unfamiliar people.

But now, as she opened the door, everyone’s gaze turned toward her, including—the guest who had come to their home.

Mother Lu scolded her the moment she saw her return, “Where have you run off to, girl? We’re just about to start eating, and we were only missing you.”

Wen Xian saw her coming over, immediately pulled out the chair next to him, and said with a smile:

“First go take off your clothes, wash your hands, and come eat.”

Li Zaijun took off her coat, unwound her scarf loop by loop, and hung it on the coat rack, half-jokingly saying:

“Why didn’t you start without me, just saving me some food would have been fine.”

At these words, Wen Xian’s eyebrows arched:

“Today, Aunt Chen and your aunt made some delicious food specially for you, saying you’re always eating cafeteria food at school, wanted to change up your taste buds, eat something good.”

Mother Lu also said, “Exactly, you’ve been lacking an appetite these past few days. I swear your little chin is becoming sharper.”

Father Lu spoke unhurriedly, “Is it almost finals? Are your studies intense?”

These words fell, somehow causing Little Zaijun, who was hanging up her clothes, to freeze slightly.

She bowed her head slightly, her fringe slightly covering her eyes and eyebrows, immediately making her involuntarily tighten her grip on her sleeve, and even her little nose felt a bit sour.

Actually, they all cared a lot about her.

They always had.

But the more they did, the more conflicted she felt deep inside, carrying an indescribable sense of guilt.

Yes, guilt.

They always thought of her as a child who put them at ease.

But in reality, she had gone with friends to a nightclub and drank—that night’s incident—