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Chapter 553: As Long As Lanchi Doesn't Have An Episode, Everything Will Be Fine
Chapter 553: As Long As Lanchi Doesn't Have An Episode, Everything Will Be Fine
Out on the streets, one might not notice, but...
Lying on the table and gazing out the window, the drifting snowflakes appeared especially beautiful.
It was a rare moment of daylight at noon, and these cotton-like snowflakes would likely blanket the town in white soon enough.
"It's safe here, so don't worry about me. You can rest a bit longer, and I'll call you when Cat Boss has lunch ready."
Lanchi put down his book and spoke to Sigure.
His voice was both soft, as if he didn't want to wake the drowsy Sigure, and authoritative, as if giving an instruction.
Perhaps only with a directive would she be able to rest peacefully.
"Mhm."
Sigure soon succumbed to her drowsiness, her hums and murmurs softening as she rested her head on the table.
The gentle-voiced man beside her seemed to lull her like a cradle song.
For some reason, she felt she had just dreamed—a long, eternal winter day, where she and the man beside her trekked through the boundless snowfields.
But even in her dream, they were fleeing, yet she felt no panic.
It was indeed a dream, a rare pleasant one. In reality, despite appearances, she never felt at ease.
Any day now, she expected to be caught and killed by the vampire tribe.
Sigure closed her eyes, drifting back to sleep.
Even so...
She wished for just a little more time in this peaceful slumber, even if it was only for a moment.
...
Several dozen minutes later, the city of Xiaoye was enveloped in wind and snow.
In the cozy living room, the decor was rustic yet tasteful. Lanchi and Sigure sat across from each other at a wooden table.
On the table were a few half-empty plates.
Today, Cat Boss had chosen slow-cooked beef short ribs with black truffles and mushroom sauce as the main course, renowned in the Cat Boss restaurant for its tender meat and rich flavor. The perfectly slow-cooked ribs were topped with precious black truffle shavings and a savory sauce, making every bite a feast for the taste buds.
The main dish, however, was the lemon-flavored salt-baked lobster noodles, which took the longest to prepare. Fresh lobster meat was combined with delicate handmade noodles, seasoned with lemon juice and spices, resulting in a fragrant, spicy, yet refreshing culinary experience.
There was also a dish for children—caramel roasted duck with baked pears and black pepper honey sauce. The soft-textured duck meat was roasted to a caramelized finish, complemented by the sweetness of the baked pears and the mild spiciness of the black pepper honey sauce.
"Burp."
Sigure leaned back in her chair, having finished her lunch much faster than Lanchi, as usual.
She always ate like a hungry wild child, with no regard for table manners.
Of course, it could also be attributed to Lanchi's indulgence.
Among the instructions given by the secretary before their departure, there was a prohibition against Sigure dining with Lanchi in this manner.
But once she had Lanchi's personal assurance that she could do as she pleased, she completely disregarded the instruction.
Lanchi, meanwhile, continued to eat at a leisurely pace.
Seeing this, Sigure took out a sheet of letter paper and a pen from her luggage.
If she were to accompany him into the Demon World, there would be a long period where she wouldn't be able to find a postman to send letters to the Pollant Empire, and Xiaoye City would be the last place to send any correspondence.
Sigure bowed her head and gripped the pen, her face soon reflecting her struggle. Her handwriting was clumsy, and she had to pause occasionally to think about how to form the words.
Her expression betrayed her lack of confidence in her writing, but at the same time, there was a sincere desire to express herself.
Lanchi put down his cutlery and gently dabbed his lips with a napkin.
He didn't rush Sigure but watched her with a gentle and curious gaze, taking an interest in her letter.
"I'll be done soon," Sigure assured him, her head still bent over the paper as she struggled with her writing.
She had never been to school, and the few words she knew had been taught to her by the nuns at the orphanage.
"Do you need some help?" Lanchi asked.
"Then help me out.
After a moment of drowsiness, Sigure finally looked up at Lanchi.
This time, she didn't refuse his offer to teach her.
"First, the purpose of your letter is to convey your thoughts and feelings, and you want the recipient to sense them as well. If you merely recount a basic, monotonous account of what you ate each day, wouldn't it resemble a diary more? The recipient might not even be able to ascertain if you're doing well or not."
Seated across from her, Lanchi maintained a proper and elegant posture, his fingers gently tapping the table as if contemplating how to inspire Sigure.
"Indeed..."
Sigure lowered her head, looking at her clumsy handwriting with a hint of dejection.
"It's alright. You're very intelligent, and writing a letter is simple."
Lanchi shifted his chair closer to Sigure.
His gaze was gentle and focused, his voice encouraging as it carried over the edge of the stationery.
Sigure's small hands, marred by frostbite and calluses, lifted to meet his gaze once more, awaiting his continued guidance.
"Sigure, try not to merely write down the text you want to convey, but instead, write from your heart—express how much you miss your younger siblings."
Lanchi began to speak softly.
Having observed Sigure's letter-writing in recent days, he had a general understanding of her living situation.
"But I don't know how to express it. Just being able to write a few words is already quite an achievement for me."
Sigure replied, her voice tinged with confusion.
"Sigure, everyone's emotions are unique. Your love for them, your longing—these are yours alone, and they don't require ornate words."
Lanchi was patient as he slowly and clearly explained to Sigure how to express herself through writing.
"Sometimes, when you're doing something, you don't need to aim for a perfect score. Instead, think about achieving a passing mark, as this will make it easier for you to take the first step and begin what's in front of you. You'll discover that while you're worrying about how to complete a perfect piece of work, you could have already embarked on five satisfactory tasks."
Subsequently, Lanchi picked up a pen and demonstrated by writing a few words in his notebook.
He didn't write the letter for Sigure but merely showed her how to write the words she had struggled with earlier.
Ultimately, it had to be in her own words.
"..."
Sigure hesitated for a moment.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm safe."
She picked up her pen again and slowly began to write, simultaneously reciting the words to Lanchi.
"My work is going very well, but without you all by my side, I always feel a bit empty."
Her tone gradually became more confident.
"Well done, Sigure. That's it. Speak from your heart, and I'll teach you the words you don't know."
Lanchi encouraged her.
The faint light filtering through the window blended with the indoor lighting, and this quiet, snowy afternoon became a testament to their amicable interaction.
Sigure seemed to be gradually shedding her protective shell, opening up and expressing herself more fluently and sincerely.
"Sometimes, when I see beautiful scenery on the road, I think about how happy you would be if you were here to see it."
She wrote and murmured, sharing her thoughts with Lanchi.
"This is exactly what you should be sharing, Sigure—your true feelings."
Lanchi nodded in agreement.
He was not only teaching her language and writing skills but also imparting his understanding of life and his sensitivity to emotions.
Cat Boss rose from his chair and leaned on the table, peering at Sigure's letter.
He realized that Lanchi seemed to have a knack for getting along with children.
For a moment, it felt like Lanchi had become a normal person.
It seemed that the advice he and Xiu Bao had given him had been effective, and his condition was finally improving.
As long as he didn't suddenly have an episode and teach the children how to make zombies or mummies, everything would be fine.
(End of Chapter)
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