Xia nodded. Her tone was still filled with doubt. "He can even do that? I would have never expected it."
Ziyue smiled. "His mother is a cartoonist."
No one else knew about the fact.
Xia scratched her head. "That's really surprising. Mr. Qin is talented."
Ziyue smiled without a word. Muchen was not only a person with many talents but also familiar with numerous dishonest ways.
A thought flashed through Xia's head. "But that's weird. He came to visit Zixi and drew for him. That means he's alright. If so, why didn't he come to see you?"
Ziyue's face dimmed with the comment.
Xia was not wrong. She was reasonable.
If Muchen was doing well, logically, he should come to her.
Yet, as she searched for him in the corners of the earth, he had never shown a glimpse of his face all those times.
He came to visit Zixi. That would mean that Ziyue was not seeing things when she saw him at the café the other day.
What happened on the plane? Was he hurt? How was his body?
Even though he could draw, that only meant that his hands were unharmed. Did he hurt his legs or any other area of his body?
Was he worried about seeing her because of the divorce?
As the thoughts flooded her mind, Ziyue felt that it made sense but was absurd at the same time.
Muchen was that scared of her?
She refused to believe it.
Could it be that he was not in a spot where he could see her freely, and this was his way of telling her?
He would never have given himself away if he did not want her to find him. He appeared and came to draw for Zixi. Was it not to tell her that he was alive?
Ziyue's mind was muddled.
She looked around. Needless to say, Muchen was not there. She hopped out through the open window and searched around the building, but he was nowhere to be seen.
He did not stay back for her.
All she had thought was just speculation if she had not seen him.
Only he would know the truth.
Xia led Zixi toward Ziyue, standing in the middle of the yard with a grim expression. "How is it?"
"There's nothing." Ziyue shook her head and held Zixi's tiny hand. "Let's go back for now."
…
As night fell, Ziyue put Zixi to bed and left the dark bedroom.
She took the drawing from Zixi's classroom and went to the study.
It was indeed Muchen's drawing.
Why would he refuse to see her?
She was stressed out looking for him ever since the plane crashed.
Even so, she was content knowing that he was alive.
She sat quietly. After quite some time, she switched off the lamp and headed out of the room in the dark.
It was not difficult for her to navigate her way as she was familiar with the study's layout.
She stepped into the doorway. She turned around to shut the door and lifted her head without thinking much. A beam of light was shining on the glass window wall.
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