1392 Reluctant to Leave (1/2)

Ordinary people couldn't tell if a police officer's card was real or fake. Even if the officer used a fake document right in front of their eyes, they probably couldn't recognize it. Nevertheless, there weren't that many people carrying fake police IDs, were there?

He didn't know why. Perhaps it was his temperament and the way he carried himself. Zhang Zian thought that this police officer, who claimed his surname was Sheng, could be trusted.

The police officer picked up the phone and made a call. It seemed that he was contacting the police station and asking them to send a car, telling them that there was a lost girl.

After the phone call, Sheng, the police officer, said to Zhang Zian. ”You should also find a place to dry off your body. You are all wet. Be careful that you don't catch a cold...”

He stared at Zhang Zian and stopped talking. He seemed to want to say, ”It is best to go to the hospital to get your eyes checked.”

After all, Zhang Zian was young and strong... Well, he was not that strong, but he was at least a young man, and he did not feel cold. His clothes, which had originally been wet with seawater, were being blown around by the wind. Adding to that his own body temperature, his clothes were basically halfway dry.

The other party was merely being kind, so he nodded.

He turned back and saw Zhuang Xiaodie standing a few meters away. She looked at the back of the girl in the wheelchair, but she had no intention to approach her. It may be because the tide was still rising. She may also be worried that the skirt of her costume would be stained by wet sand. That would be difficult to remove when washing.

As for the complicated look on her face...maybe it came from the competition between two beauties? Was she worried that her looks were less superior than the other party's?

Zhuang Xiaodie was undoubtedly a great woman. If the physical appearance of the wheelchair girl was as stunning as her back, then her level of beauty would be almost the same as that of Zhuang Xiaodie. However, the dressing styles of the two girls were completely different. The former was complicated and gorgeous, while the latter was simple and pure. There was no comparison. Besides, the latter was rather inconvenient to move around. Zhuang Xiaodie's sense of competition was completely redundant—at least, that was how Zhang Zian thought.

Zhang Zian had light conversations with the police officer. He saw a police car coming close to the road and stopped at the side of the road. Two female police officers got off the car. He was reassured when he finally saw them.

Police Officer Sheng greeted them and told them what had happened while pointing at the surrounding area.

”Police Officer Sheng, I am leaving now.” Zhang Zian waved the note at the police officer, meaning that he would call to ask about the follow-up actions to the situation.

He took a step, and his clothes suddenly became tight. When he looked down, he saw that the wheelchair girl was tugging on them.

”...What's wrong? Is there anything else?”

He asked this, but he remembered that the wheelchair girl could not speak. Even when asked, she could not answer.

She used her other hand and pointed to the ground.

”Huh?”

He saw a few Chinese characters on the ground: ”Thank you, Watermelon.”

It made sense. This was China. Was it not normal to see a message written in Chinese characters? But his mind flashed a thought in an instant: someone had actually written Chinese characters?

He was sure that there hadn't been any words on the beach before, so these must have been written by her, but how had she managed to write these words on the beach?

She did not have the same long arms as Liu Huangshu, and her arms were of a reasonable length. It would have been impossible for her to write on the beach while sitting in a wheelchair, and he had not seen her bending over to write.

Then... There was only one possibility—that she had written the words with her toes.

This showed that although her legs are paralyzed, it was only temporary. At least she could write with her toes, so her condition was not as serious as he'd imagined.

He was sincerely happy for her and hoped that her inability to speak would also only last for a while.

But what the hell was Watermelon? Did she like to eat watermelon?

He smiled and said, ”No need to thank me. Anyone who saw this situation would run over to help. The police are good people. You should cooperate with their work, and they will help you find your way home. Also...the pain is only temporary. You have to work hard to recover.”