1378: No Trace of Her

No Trace of Her

Xirong Ziye's eyes darkened a little. However, he still heeded Zhuang Susu's words. "Thank you, Susu."1

After this meeting and chat with Zhuang Susu, the obsession in Xirong Ziye's heart had disappeared. The only thought he had in his mind right now was to find Bai Yaoyao.

This time, he would persevere and work hard. He had to ask for her forgiveness.

He would give his all to her. He even felt that if Yaoyao hated him and wanted his life, he would give it to her as well.

When it comes to love, everyone becomes a fool. When he felt such a love and determination, he could finally understand the hardship Bai Yaoyao faced in her perseverance.

Indeed, people can only empathize with others after having been in their shoes.

It was precisely because Xirong Ziye understood and felt this now that it made him feel so miserable. He did not know whether he still had the chance to make amends.

At this moment, there was only one person whom he wanted to treat well, and that person was Bai Yaoyao.

"Ziye, I hope you can live well."

These were Zhuang Susu's heartfelt words. They were both in love with each other when they were young. She left him because of difficulties that were beyond her control. Years passed, and she was now a mother, someone's wife, and had a wonderful family life. She also hoped that the young man from her past could find his own happiness.

Xirong Ziye nodded before rushing off.

However, after getting hold of Xirong Ziye's whereabouts, Xiamu Qingyan had more ways of stopping him now.

She could think of all sorts of ways to tamper with Xirong Ziye's car and delay his return.

She could also create some trouble, like jamming the road on purpose. Even the flight would have to be delayed then.

Xirong Ziye was especially anxious. However, after one day and one night, he was still stuck in Country A.

Afterwards, he also received a call from Country X. The men he had sent to Country X had all been wiped out. Furthermore, the men who went there to assist did not find any trace of Bai Yaoyao either.

Hearing this news, Xirong Ziye stepped on the brakes instantly, almost causing the car to flip. He gripped the steering wheel with all his might while he held the phone in his other hand. "Is everything you said true? You didn't find Bai Yaoyao?"

"Yes, Mr. President. We searched the surrounding area too. There was no trace of Miss Bai and no sign of her appearance anywhere. We used our influence in other countries to check the security cameras but to no avail. I am guessing that someone deliberately wiped out Miss Bai's tracks and covered up her whereabouts."

Xirong Ziye slammed his fists hard on the steering wheel. He had a suffocating feeling in his heart.

In the car, he almost could not breathe. He had painstakingly found Bai Yaoyao after all his efforts, and yet… yet…

In the end, Xirong Ziye slumped his head down on the steering wheel. He felt completely exhausted and even felt a little lost.

He felt miserable and blamed himself for this. He promised her that he would protect her and not leave her, yet he still left her because of another person. Even if he had no choice, he still felt miserable about it.

Only a short span of time had passed, yet he could not see Bai Yaoyao anymore. He had no clue where to start even if he wanted to find her.

"Mr. President, I am guessing that Miss Bai is still in Country X."

Country X was different from other countries. Country X was a country where the armies of various countries reigned, and the land was divided according to their various spheres of influence. To find Bai Yaoyao in the whole of Country X was akin to finding a needle in a haystack.

Xirong Ziye slammed his fist against the car window, causing it to crack. He said in a low voice, "Search for her secretly in Country X. We must find her. I won't be going back for the time being."

He decided to stay in Country A first. He felt that since it was going to be the New Year soon, there was a high chance that Bai Yaoyao would come back.

He would wait here patiently for her.

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