Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 64: 64 chapters: Heartache, Insomnia

At night, time slipped away quietly.

Outside, the wild wind howled, but inside, as he held his phone, it felt hot to the touch.

Time inexplicably became ambiguous, blurred, and drawn out.

She didn’t have any other content to view, having set her posts to be visible for only three days—and this was her only activity within that period.

Just now.

What was the deal with this message she had sent…?

Could everyone see it…?

Lu Xiao’s eyes carried a deep, indescribable, and ambiguous meaning.

Lu Xiao stared at the photo she had posted, his fingertips sliding across it before leaving the page of her social feed.

He breathed steadily, his lips slightly pursed.

Yet, under his eyes, there seemed to be an undertow stirring. After about two minutes, he clicked on her profile again and re-entered her social feed.

Staring at her photo, his fingertips rested on it and suddenly, lightly tapped.

Click… Save.

Saved in the gallery.

Was she really hinting at who she was?

Between her collarbone and chest, there was a tiny red cinnabar mole, stark against her pale skin.

Strikingly conspicuous.

Ever since their first meeting, when he had ripped open her clothes to dress her wounds, he had seen it.

Now, Lu Xiao stared at the cinnabar mole above her chest in the photo.

“…”

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After Wen Xian had updated her social feed, she planned to pause her playful banter for the day, since not stopping wasn’t an option—he was already ignoring her, and she was just a step away from being blocked.

When posting on her social feed, she was initially in high spirits, but gradually, she seemed to think of something, and the smile at the corner of her lips faded.

Truthfully.

Would she never see him again…?

No matter how she had previously cursed him as ‘Lu dog,’ no matter how she played and teased him now, her concern for him… was also genuine.

His job was not simple, not easy, and full of dangers, whether catching illegal poachers, conducting rescue patrols, or the other perilous tasks he undertook…!

Wen Xian, throughout the night, suffered from insomnia, reason: missing him, intensely.

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The next day.

The sky was clear, and after a night of rain mixed with snow, it turned a brilliant blue, the sun glaring intensely.

From afar, snow-capped mountains caught her eye, people in Tibetan attire knelt devoutly on the road, performing prostrations, while a few Tibetan sheep and foxes scattered over the grasslands on either side.

Today, Wen Xian followed a day tour group to Zaling Lake, where the lake surface sometimes showed a rare grey-white color when the waves rose, dubbed ‘the white long lake’ according to the guide. The lake’s scenery, framed by the sky, seemed to wash away all impetuousness from one’s heart.

On their way back, the guide took them to a nearby commercial street.

Seamlessly integrated with the tourist route, it catered specifically to tourists, offering a variety of local specialties.

As Wen Xian walked past a Tibetan-style handmade soap store, she unexpectedly saw hand creams for sale.

For some reason, upon seeing this item, she thought of… him.

In this increasingly cold season, with harsh winds blowing from the southwest, stepping outside without gloves could leave your hands dry and cracked.

After a moment’s thought, she bought two hand creams.

Even if, she might never meet him again.

As Wen Xian bought one hand cream by the roadside shop, she was also drawn by a mask shop next door.

Inside were masks of all shapes and colors. In Tibetan, they’re called “Ba,” generally categorized as ritual masks, hanging masks, or Tibetan opera masks.

Wen Xian purchased a classic Horse-Faced Wrathful King mask, its fierce appearance and bulging eyes making it look quite menacing. As she tried it on in the mirror, she found it amusing and to her liking.

But when she was about to take off the mask, something she saw made her freeze.

Wen Xian slowly removed the mask, gazing into the reflection in the door’s mirror, where an unexpected figure abruptly appeared—