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Chapter 872: 863: Secret Photography (1)

Chapter 872: Chapter 863: Secret Photography (1)

Bo Yan put the fruit into his mouth and chewed, it was both sour and sweet. He glanced at Xia Siyu again. He didn’t know why, but perhaps it was the look in her eyes at the moment—there was nostalgia, beauty, disgust, and even hatred.

A simple single-celled creature like Xia Siyu, to have such an expression in her eyes, didn’t need to be thought about— it was definitely related to her family. Lately, Xia Siyu had been playfully cursing too much with him, so much so that even he almost forgot that this girl grew up in Sicily as a child.

Christmas, when it came to our country, was just a commercial promotion, a festive occasion for young people to join in the fun, but it was different in the West.

On such a festival, it was certainly about family reunions filled with joy.

Because he had mentioned her mother before, this time Bo Yan put down the socks and earnestly asked, “Missing mom?”

Xia Siyu looked back at him, her eyes still holding a slight guard, but that guard quickly dissipated, turning into nothingness. The once fierce and spirited her now looked like a little lost girl, and she nodded slightly, “Mhm.”

Being very close, Bo Yan could clearly hear a hint of nasal tone in her voice, somewhat like a sob.

Although Xia Siyu had mentioned her mother’s matter to him, some wounds were too deep—only showing a shallow, unsightly scab. He dared not touch the depths and could not casually inquire.

He thought about it and decided he still needed to fight poison with poison. Xia Siyu was a foodie; taking her for a good meal might alleviate her pain.

Bo Yan said, “How about we go eat something?”

Xia Siyu turned her head, still in the mood to smile, “Didn’t you just say we shouldn’t have supper tonight? You also wouldn’t let me eat more fruit,”

She had long been accustomed to burying her deepest feelings in her heart, presenting only a decisive and playful exterior. Hence, she was able to quickly respond to him.

Bo Yan was figuratively slapped in the face, but he remained calm, “But I haven’t had dinner tonight either.—How about going out for hot pot? Or Western-style? After all, it’s Christmas today. There should also be restaurants open now, maybe we can find a Christmas set meal with roast turkey, roast chicken. If you still aren’t up for it, how about going for a drink, just a little, only beer. Don’t worry, you just drink, I’ll take responsibility for bringing you back.”

Contrary to her usual foodie nature, Xia Siyu thought for a moment, but still shook her head, “Maybe not.”

Just as children look forward to the New Year, as a child, she truly looked forward to Christmas, and besides gifts and feasts, what she most anticipated was the day of their family reunion. But the so-called “family reunion” was but a mirage, a fairy tale she had already punctured, and naturally, she didn’t want to experience it once more.

“Let’s go back to the hotel and order takeout. It’s so cold outside.”

She was filming in Jiangnan; the temperature lingered around zero degrees at this time. But the cold in the south was damp; although there was no rain or snow, the winter weather was gloomy, with rare sightings of the sun.

Naturally, Bo Yan wouldn’t purposely poke at her wounds nor force her to speak out and change. If she didn’t want to talk, he wouldn’t pry, leaving a space of freedom for each other. She mentioned going back to the hotel for takeout, and he immediately nodded and called for a car.

Just before leaving, Xia Siyu cleverly took out her own changed clothes from a locker at a nearby supermarket. Then she found a restroom to change back into her clothes, transforming into Wei Jingjing’s appearance.