Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Translator: Yunyi

“Brother…”

When she was born, her brother had already skipped grades consecutively and was in junior high.

When she learned to write, it was her brother who taught her every stroke.

The strokes were sharp and strong. The words were a reflection of the person who wrote it, and an unruly and ostentatious aura assaulted her.

Song Yaoyao’s heart sank.

Her throat was dry. She licked her lips and asked calmly, “Are you and my brother friends?”

Hearing that, Nolan coughed.

Song Yaoyao suspected that she was hallucinating. She actually saw a hint of awkwardness in the young priest’s eyes.

But when she wanted to take a closer look, there was nothing left.

Nolan said matter-of-factly, “Of course! He and I are very, very good friends!”

Song Yaoyao did not read the letter immediately. “Song Wenchuan?”

She said a name.

Nolan narrowed his eyes, his temperament pure and holy. He looked at Song Yaoyao with tolerance and shook his head. “No, no, I have no interest in him.”

Song Yaoyao’s heart jumped.

“I’m talking about Mr. Alternate Personality, even though he hasn’t appeared for a long time.”

Nolan smiled mysteriously, his tone filled with regret.

Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes.

It had been a long time since he last appeared.

“You believe me now, right? Little Cutie, a lot of people want to make friends with me.”

“What about you? Do you have any friends you want?”

These words made Nolan’s expression change.

The subtle expression disappeared in an instant, and he shrugged. “M-maybe… there is one…”

And it was a man who was mysterious and especially disliked him.

Song Yaoyao fell silent.

There were very few people she could not understand. Huo Yunque was one, and the young priest before her was another.

The aura on his body was so pure that it was too clean.

No one could live in this messy world without catching a speck of dust.

Unless… he was pretending.

“Let’s talk. Even if you don’t believe me, don’t tell me you don’t believe Song? I’m here because he asked me to come.”

Song Yaoyao didn’t know how much he knew. She was surprised at what her brother had done with Song Wenchuan’s body.

She pursed her lips and walked over quietly with a taut face.

They sat opposite each other.

After a long silence, Song Yaoyao still couldn’t overcome the worry and doubt in her heart. “You… how much do you know?”

Nolan felt helpless about this.

Although he was very curious about that man, there was too little information that could be used by him. He completely did not believe that a car accident would make an ordinary person suddenly become a genius.

Even though Song Wenchuan was outstanding compared to most people, one should not compare.

In Nolan’s eyes, the difference between the two was obvious.

Even though Nolan did not know anything, would he tell the truth?

Of course not…

Nolan smiled. “I know everything.”

This was the only person Mr. Alternate Personality cared about. Perhaps, he could get some interesting information from this little angel.

However…

Song Yaoyao nodded obediently. Her palm-sized face was filled with innocence. Her light red lips opened slightly. “Oh.”

Got It.

Nolan could not help but twitch his lips. “Oh?”

That’s it?

That’s it?

Was she not going to say anything else?

As if she knew what he was thinking, Song Yaoyao lowered her head and completely avoided this topic.

She sized up the sealed letter in her hand. “Thank you very much for delivering the letter to me. Oh right, should I address you as, Reverend?”

“Oh, that’s not necessary.”

The priest smiled. “My name is very long, so you can just call me Nolan.”

Song Yaoyao couldn’t help but wonder how long it was.