C5 Is There Still Time
After returning home, Mu Yangyang packed her luggage, bid farewell to Mu Village's Ze Ye, then returned the rent and paid the rent for the water and electricity. When the money came in, she called the number that gave her the most headache and repaid the debt.
Although she was busy, Mu Yangyang could not stop herself from smiling. Her usually indifferent eyes that were thousands of miles away were also filled with happiness.
It wasn't until they were on the plane back home and everything was quiet that Mu Yangyang realized she was still in a state of drowsiness.
She couldn't believe that she had paid the debt so easily. She even had 3 million yen in savings.
However, since it was all over, she had to start all over again when she returned home!
Perhaps it was because she was too sleepy last night, or perhaps it was because she hadn't relaxed for a long time, Mu Yangyang thought to herself as she fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it was almost time.
Mu Yangyang rubbed her eyes. However, there was no joy on her delicate face. There was only melancholy. She had finally returned to the land she missed day and night. Was the person she was looking for still there?
"What?" Mu Yangyang had just gotten into a taxi and reported the address, but the driver's words made her widened her eyes.
"Little girl, you haven't come back in many years, right? "The prison was set on fire a few years ago. Several prisoners were killed, and the rest were sent to other prisons. The incident was very serious, and the warden was sentenced to death. That place is now in ruins!"
The chauffeur shook his head regretfully, "Little girl, is there anyone inside?"
Mu Yangyang's expression turned ugly, as if a hand was tightly gripping her heart. Several prisoners had died. Was Dad still alive?
Mu Yangyang pursed her lips as she looked out the window at the rapidly moving trees outside the window, but she still held onto a glimmer of hope in her heart.
Maybe the driver was referring to another prison. Maybe she remembered the wrong name, or maybe …
She didn't want to and didn't dare to think about it. If her father wasn't here, then her only family would be dead …
Seeing that Mu Yangyang's expression didn't look good, the driver didn't say anything more and just drove her to the A City prison.
Mu Yangyang didn't even have the means to deceive herself as she looked at the overgrown weeds and the abnormally familiar ruins in front of her …
This time, his tears finally fell without a sound. He knelt down powerlessly with his head on his knees, his shoulders twitching slightly. However, no one had seen all of this.
"Yangyang, stay well in Japan. You are not allowed to return to Japan, otherwise, father will treat you as his daughter!" His father's dignified voice was still in his ears.
Mu Yangyang raised her head and clenched her fists. Why, why was her father so ruthless back then? Why did her father not let her return to the country no matter what?
At that time, she had only thought that her father was only in his forties and was still young, so it wouldn't be too late for her to return home when she was a bit older. Therefore, she had obediently stayed in Japan.
However, as the world changed, the prison phone could no longer be reached. Although she was panicking, there was nothing she could do.
Because the foster mother was sick, she used up all the family money to cure the foster mother, but in the end the adoptive mother went, and the foster father fell, and she gambled with alcohol, and she had to take care of the adoptive father, and she had to pay off the debts, and the pressure of life no longer allowed her to think of returning home again.
After a long time, Mu Yangyang wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and stood up. With a steel-like determination in her eyes, she muttered to herself, "Father, daughter is back. Daughter will definitely find you!"
Mu Yangyang took one last look at the prison before she staggered away.
At this time, Nagasaki, Japan.
The man stood in front of the French window, looking down at the bustling scene before him. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, the restless scarlet liquid gently swaying.
He took a sip, his sexy Adam's apple sliding up and down. Regardless of whether it was a man, woman, or child, they would all call him a monster when they saw him.
"Master, I need you to go over to my place."
A slightly aged voice came from outside the door, but Gu Xiu's tall figure did not move at all. Instead, he tapped the surface of the cup lightly with his fingers.
That clear and melodious voice carried an inexplicable coldness within it, causing one to involuntarily shiver.