Chapter 79

From beginning to end.

Ning Chen never asked for her full name.

He He was just a name she had made up for herself, not even a nickname.

Her full name is Nie Jia.

Ning Chen hadn't even cared about her full name...

Nie Jia suddenly felt the whole person grow cold.

The air around was very cold.

In her mind, she recalled that night again and again.

Inside that motorhome.

The words Ning Chen had said to her.

Want to date...

I think that's fine...

I like girls with personality...

When she left the police station, it was already past eleven at night.

He He stood at the entrance of the residential compound.

She already knew.

Ning Chen had been lying to him.

Ning Chen would not be coming back.

He had merely used her to take one look at the little girl saved by his former fiancée.

That was all.

Truly, that was all.

But today, she had really begun planning some details of being together with him in the future.

She even thought about giving up playing the guitar.

Planning to be a good girl.

If she worked hard, maybe one day she could be worthy of him.

But...

Nie Jia stood motionless at the entrance of the residential compound, looking at the compound before her as if viewing a strange world.

Ning Chen was right about one thing.

She did not love Little Jiujiu.

But Ning Chen would never know.

That was.

A bad girl like her, a sugar daddy's toy, or even a "bitch" in others' words, sometimes might be willing to love the entire world for the sake of someone.

But now, that possibility was gone.

Nie Jia turned and walked away.

She did not plan to say goodbye to Little Jiujiu.

Nor did she care about Little Jiujiu's life from now on.

Because at this moment, she cared about no one.

She only wished that in this life, she would never easily fall in love with someone again.

This is ridiculous.

The road into Tibet.

Divided into six routes.

Ning Chen prepared to enter via the Sichuan-Tibet route.

When he got into the motorhome.

After nearly ten hours had passed, Brother Shiguang's live stream restarted.

For other streamers, streaming once a day was already enough.

But the viewers had grown accustomed to Brother Shiguang's constant presence.

So, the ten-hour absence left the viewers feeling somewhat at a loss.

Seeing Brother Shiguang's live stream restart, a huge crowd swarmed in.

【Long time no see! Bro!】

【The streamer is already on the road? Eh?】

The viewers did not find the previous He He inside the motorhome.

【Where did that woman go? Are you setting off alone?】

【Good lord! So fast!】

【I seriously suspect that during those ten hours off-air, the streamer went and finished that woman off!】

【Ah ha? Finished her and left alone?】

【Women are like clothes; change them when you need to~】

【The guy upstairs is just a beast, right? Saying such things? Isn't your mother a woman?】

Thus.

The bullet comments started fighting each other.

One benefit of the Shiguang livestream room.

That is, no matter what the viewers say, the streamer never participates.

For instance, right now, the fans have already started fighting each other.

Other streamers would definitely step in to smooth things over and tell people to stop stirring the pot.

But this streamer, Shiguang, doesn't even bother to look.

The meaning is clear: if you want to fight, go ahead; kill one, lose one; those who survive the fight, just keep watching my stream.

Everything, as usual.

The RV entered the national highway, its two headlights illuminating the long road ahead.

A viewer asked the streamer to play a song.

But there was no response.

A viewer asked where the streamer was going next.

No response.

A viewer asked if he really broke up with that Hearing He He?

There was no response either.

Later, the viewers started talking about the songs Shiguang sang.

The number of people in the livestream room began to rise slowly.

It gradually climbed to around two hundred thousand.

The streamer did nothing; the viewers were left to their own devices.

Yet, the online count reached two hundred thousand.

Now, even the backend staff have grown accustomed to it.

It's amazing, but there's nothing to be done.

And as usual.

Besides the ordinary viewers.

Hidden within the Shiguang livestream room were some people with special identities,

For instance, there were people from the police.

And people from the Earthquake Bureau and the Astronomical Observatory.

Just lurking like that.

Different locations, the same night sky.

Zhao Mengmeng, having finished washing up, was working at home. She sat at her desk; on her phone was the Shiguang livestream room, and on her computer was that photograph.

Hearing He He—Nie Jia, who had left the residential compound, was now sitting in a bar in Donghai City, half-resident performer. She lowered her head, her fingers gliding over the guitar, while whistling from the audience below and the dancing of men and women in the bar reached her ears.