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Chapter 189 - Still Want Jun Moyan

Chapter 189: 189 Chapter Still Want Jun Moyan

The place where she fell from the transportal must be that Holy City.

She wasn’t sure if she could find the exact spot where she fell, but she thought she would go there first and then find a way to see if she could get home.

Sitting in the car, Jun Moyan, who was already wavering between the possibilities of Wen Xiao’ai being Xiaoguai or a spy sent by the Baiming Sect, was surprised when she mentioned going to the Holy City.

The Holy City—to find Ais?

There definitely was a problem.

"The Holy City?" The driver was taken aback, asking with some uncertainty, "Are you sure you want to go to the Holy City? It’s about a six or seven-hour drive."

Upon hearing the driver’s words, Wen Xiao’ai knew for sure that she remembered the place correctly—it was indeed called by that name.

"Yes, I’m sure," Wen Xiao’ai nodded.

The driver sized up Wen Xiao’ai from head to toe, wondering to himself if she was from the Holy City, coming to Capital City for school.

"Alright then, if you’re willing to ride this far in my car, I’ll take you," he said.

The driver unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and opened the back door for Wen Xiao’ai.

"You don’t have any luggage?"

Wen Xiao’ai shook her head and climbed directly into the car, sitting obediently on the seat.

The driver closed the door for her, then got back into the car himself, started the engine, and they set off.

"Third Young Master, she’s taken the car and left. Should we..."

Qing Yi had not finished speaking when Jun Moyan’s voice came from behind.

"Follow her."

"Understood."

Qing Yi immediately started the car and followed.

"What about Ais?" Jun Moyan asked.

"...We haven’t found him yet, Hong Yi is still looking," came the reply.

...

Not found—could he have returned to the Holy City?

This woman, along with Ais and that crow, could they really be together?

Wen Xiao’ai held onto the car window with both hands, looking at the scenery rapidly moving backward outside.

"Young lady, how old are you? Did you come to Capital City to study?" Seeing her holding on to the window and looking out, not playing with her phone, the driver thought to strike up a conversation with her, hoping to pass the time a bit faster.

"...No," Wen Xiao’ai replied.

"Are you from the Holy City?"

"...No."

Seeing that Wen Xiao’ai seemed to be in a bad mood, the driver decided not to disturb her with further talk, focusing instead on driving.

As the scenery outside the window continued to recede, Wen Xiao’ai felt her distance from Wu Garden and Jun Moyan grow further, causing increasing discomfort in her heart.

Thinking that she might never see him again, Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help but cry.

"Are we, are we going to leave this place?" Wen Xiao’ai asked the driver between sobs, tears streaming down her face.

"Of course, we have to leave here. How else would we go to the Holy City?"

"Will it be very far away?" Wen Xiao’ai’s tears flowed even harder.

She still longed for Jun Moyan, wished to return to Wu Garden, and missed Xiaocha and the others.

"It’s definitely far. It’s ten now, and it’ll probably take till the evening, around five or six o’clock, to get there. If there’s a delay or traffic jam along the way, it’ll be even later," he explained.

"Wuwu..." Wen Xiao’ai broke down in sobs upon hearing this.

She might never see Jun Moyan again. If she couldn’t find a way back home after reaching the Holy City, what would she do all alone?

Wen Xiao’ai’s fear grew with her thoughts, crying even more fiercely.

She even thought about asking the driver to take her back to Wu Garden, but Jun Moyan didn’t trust her and had sent her away.

If she went back, she would just be chased away again.

"Hey, young lady, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?" The driver was puzzled to see Wen Xiao’ai crying for no apparent reason.

"I’m leaving, and I will never see him again, wuwu..."

"Did you have a quarrel with your boyfriend?"

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