Chapter 771 - Shen Wei’s Story (2/2)

“She left,” someone replied. “She said there was no need to thank her, and it was just out of convenience.”

The assistant that came to take the wallet put it into his pocket gratefully. He shook his head gently. This generation… there were not many people who would return the property they found to its rightful owner and even fewer would not ask for a reward.

After Shen Wei walked out, she swung her wallet and kicked the leaves on the ground from time to time.

If she said she was not disappointed, it was a lie.

If she was not sad, it was fake.

Now, she regretted not taking a photo of the picture. Even if it was just a small picture on the identification card, she was willing to have it. What a pity, she did not do anything.

At first, she thought she could still see the actual person; but she did not and had even wasted one day.

However, this Shen Wei was still naive and did not take this matter to heart, though she would still dream of the man’s face from time to time, which gradually went from clear to blur.

That night, she went home and was walking with her favorite silver high heels. Bang! She tripped on something.

“That hurts! Who threw their stuff around?” She lamented as she stood back up. When she looked down, she saw someone’s arm, hurriedly covered her mouth, and hid her scream.

Perhaps she was really young and had big guts; she actually poked the person’s arm. Oh, it was hot. She poked again in disbelief. Yes, it was hot; the person was alive. She heaved a sigh of relief. As long as it was not a corpse, all was well.

However, she did not know that people who were alive were more dangerous than people who were dead. The dead would almost scare one, but people who were alive would cause them to be better dead than alive.

She grabbed the elbow and pulled the person in front. Actually, when she touched the elbow, she knew it was a man. However, she did not think too much and just wanted to pull the person up and bring him to the hospital.

One could not deny that she was really a kind-hearted but also a weak woman.

When the man was dragged up, she saw his face and got a fright.

“It’s you?”

It was him?

Yes, yes. It was him. Was he not the owner of the lost wallet?

She would not get the face wrong. It was him. She placed her hand in front of her chest, and her heart was thumping rapidly as if she had fallen in love at first sight that day.

She held the man’s face and slapped it.

“Hey!

“Wake up!”

The man’s eyebrows were just tightly knit together, but he did not stir.