Veins Entwined with Secrets Chapter 1

My nose is blocked and my head feels a little hot. I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold.

At the airport, some people hug each other, some say goodbye, and separation and reunion are impermanent.

Maya was always slow to react. As taxis passed by one after another, she gave way to others.

I just want to wait a little longer.

I can't move my legs and don't know what to wait for.

A familiar figure walked through the crowd towards her. He was tall and thin, with a long black coat open, a black shirt underneath, a silk tie, and trousers wrapped around his long legs, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

Maya lowered her head, not daring to look up.

The man's steps became bigger and faster, his clothes fluttering, and he almost ran. When he got closer, he slowed down hesitantly.

Finally it arrived in front of me.

He said hoarsely: "Xiao Mei."

Julian recognized her at a glance.

In just a few years, she shed her girlish immaturity and grew into a beautiful and charming woman.

The beauty has black hair, red lips, an oval face, a slender waist, plump H!ps, a swan neck, and a well-proportioned figure. Even if she is wrapped in a black robe and lost in the crowd, her graceful charm cannot be concealed.

He breathed gently and evenly, without making any movement.

Her expression froze for a moment, then she raised her face, forced a smile, and whispered, "Brother."

The two met suddenly and didn't know what to say.

Apart from regularly transferring money to her account, Julian did not contact her on a regular basis. If there was something important to discuss, the two of them would communicate tacitly via text messages. The content of the message was as concise as a telegram. If it wanted to be even colder, one would want to use a digital code instead. In short, the fewer words, the better.

The man looked at her silently, with no idea what his attitude was.

He has deep facial features, a reserved and cold expression, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and combs his hair back. He has a calm and elegant temperament. I haven't seen him for a few years and he has matured a lot.

The cold wind blows on your face, making you feel upset.

Maya's face was pale, with a pair of dark circles under her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes drooped, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips were dry and chapped, her long black hair was scattered in the wind, and the ends of her hair were blown onto her face, making it a little dry and frizzy.

Julian raised his hand, slightly bent his index finger to hook the hair that was stuck in the corner of her mouth, and asked softly: "Are you doing well?"

What's good about that? God knows how many hours she hasn't slept.

She lazily tilted her neck back and silently avoided his hand, "Not bad." She took another step back and lowered her head without looking at him.

The black coat covered her thin body, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

He stood there, slowly lowered his hands, and twirled his fingertips. "After all these years, you still can't learn to take care of yourself?"

"I'm fine." She didn't look at him.

Julian lowered his voice and said, "Why don't you ask me if I'm okay?"

She didn't expect to see him at the airport, nor was she prepared to see him. She turned her head to look at the cars passing by on the road, revealing the snow-white skin on the side of her neck, and the blue blood vessels faintly beating under the skin. Her hair fluttered, fragile, but still full of vitality.

He breathed a sigh of relief without taking his eyes off her.

Maya moved her lips lazily, "Why are you here?" "Tell Lucas Tang the flight information, but not your family?"

Of course it's because I'm homesick. At times like this, it's better to find someone else to ease the pain of returning home than to cry with my parents.

She looked up. "Come to pick me up specially?"

The suspicion in her eyes stung him, and he blurted out, "I don't have that much free time."

Reasonable.

She nodded.

He stared at her expressionlessly, took her handbag, and tried to hold her hand.

His right hand.

She subconsciously dodged backwards.

Julian was slightly stunned, then calmly put his hands into his coat pockets, "The car has stopped, let's go over there and take the elevator first."

"I'll go back by myself, I won't bother you."

It was hard to say whether the two were in the same camp, so as to avoid her parents getting suspicious, she turned around and tried to stop a taxi.

He sneered, turned his head and pointed to the terminal, "If you are not interested in the money at home, just go buy a return ticket and leave immediately."

The man strode away after he finished speaking.

There was no hugging, pulling, crying, or joy or excitement of reunion. He left freely and neatly, just as heartlessly as he had been in the past few years, without saying a single word to her.

Sad? A little bit, she is not a wooden person, so she will be affected by external emotions.

But who can resist money?

Maya hesitated for only a few seconds before quickly following.

"How much money can I get?" This is the question she cares about most.

Julian opened the passenger door and asked, "You only care about money, right?"

"of course not."

He looked over inquiringly, with a little starlight rising in his eyes.

The underground parking lot was dimly lit, and the man stood next to the car, waiting quietly.

I don't know which ventilation duct is leaking, the sound of water dripping, the emptiness and vastness, seems like time that has been stagnant for a long time.

She said in a hoarse voice: "When you have a home, family is of course the most important thing, but I don't have a home."

After being exiled for six years, she held a grudge.

This faint sadness has a lingering effect, like the echo of a conversation in a garage.

After I said this, it lingered in my mind for a long time, chattering on and on: You are unkind and I am unjust. If you don’t love me, then don’t try to use moral blackmail on me.

The car next to me suddenly sounded a shrill alarm, which made me angry.

"Get in the car," he ordered.

For the sake of money, you have to go for it, and you have to bow your head when you need to.