Conspiracy 1

The five minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Although Yang Lin felt reluctant to get up, he still had to. "Ming'er," Yang Lin called out to her softly and said. "We should get going too."

Xiao Ming silently agreed, letting go of Yang Lin's ponytail and making some distance between herself and his sturdy back. The fifteen-year-old kid from back then is already a reliable, seventeen-year-old adult now. Even though she was a year older than him, she was a woman, and every woman desired to feel a sense of protection from a male figure. She now realized that she found her protection in Yang Lin, but she also knew some things must be dealt with by her own hands, just like the City Lord predicament.

Dropping the Arabic Language book, which proved to be the most difficult language to comprehend out of four native tongues, Yang Lin let out a soft sigh and stood up. Turning around with a smile, he extended his hand towards Xiao Ming who already adopted the cold expression she always had, but she accepted his kind intentions nonetheless and allowed him to help her onto her two feet. Today would be the first time in two months that she'd leave the room and meet Richard along with the other orphans, she was visibly nervous. Through the two months, no one approached them, and they did not approach anyone, this calm was too unsettling.

She could only describe it as the calm before the storm.

As she was lost in thoughts, Yang Lin had already taken the initiative and opened the door, heading outside to meet with the rest on the deck. He looked too relaxed for his own good, even had his palms tucked away in the pockets of his jeans, his steps steady and silent. During her time with him, she found out about his special constitution, or so he told her it was. He could not hide it from her even if he desired, his body was proactively absorbing energy all around. The process was extremely slow, but it was apparent to those who were practically glued to him day and night.

On the deck, everyone was waiting on Yang Lin and Xiao Ming. The roll call was announced a moment ago, there were only ten orphans in total, there was absolutely no reason to be late.

"Where are those two? Why are they late?" One of the guards eyed the one responsible for the call, his gaze a bit questioning. Did he intentionally skip Yang Lin's room? That would be impossible, he shook his head.

The guard under question had an awkward expression, but he soon saw two figures ascending the stairs. When the group saw Yang Lin, they were momentarily stunned.

This was their first time seeing him without the blood, ruined clothes, and disheveled hair. His looks matched that of Richard's if not even more handsome. He had sharp features, tall stature, and the shirt was left unbuttoned deliberately to showcase his refined chest and toned muscles, Without blood dying his hair, they could witness the pearl dark luster of his strands and a conspicuous silver line rushing into the depth of his scalp, running along to the wavering ponytail at the rear.

The two girls among the group, especially the petite one who had struck a conversation with Yang Lin back in the underground facilities, could not help but marvel. They wondered, how handsome would he be if he stepped into the Martial Divide plane, ridding himself of all the mortal impurities?

"If I knew brother Xiao was this good-looking, never mind two months, I wouldn't mind locking myself up in your room for two years." The girl said, her eyes beaming as she smiled. In response, Yang Lin stopped in his track and looked back, obviously waiting for Xiao Ming's arrival. No one laughed at the girl, they thought she was mocking him, only she knew whether she was genuine or not with her words.