Chapter 950


    After eating, they slowly went back home.


    Daphne told him to sit on the sofa and went to get iodine volts under the coffee table, intending to


    disinfect his wound.


    Just as she removed his band-aid, she heard him ask, "Have you ever been to Sydney?"


    Daphne froze in confusion. "No. "


    She looked at the scabbed wound as she spoke, asking, "How does it hurt? I see that the wound


    seems to be recovering. If it still hurts badly, could it be a concussion?"


    Donald was silent.


    He said thoughtfully, "It''s fine. It doesn''t hurt that much. Just do it casually."


    Despite what he said, Daphne gave him all-around disinfection before reapplying the band-aid and said


    solemnly, "If you''re still in pain tomorrow, go to the hospital."


    Donald nodded, and as Daphne turned to throw the swab, he asked again, "Have we met before? I


    mean, earlier than when we met at the police station."


    Daphne paused, turned her head and smiled, "I don''t think so."


    "Then why did you say I saved you twicest night?"


    Daphne fell silent.


    Donald exined, "You are four or five years younger than me. We are neither in the same ss, in the


    same year, nor in the same school. You can''t have had a crush on me when you were a student, right?"


    Daphne said nothing.


    Donald was a little surprised.


    Did he guess correctly?


    Daphne averted her eyes, "No, we didn''t even go to the same school. How could I have had a crush on


    you?"


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    Donald was curious, his arm crossed over hisp, leaning slightly and gazing at her, "Then tell me, why


    did you say I saved you?"


    He would not give up until Daphne told the truth.


    Daphne hesitated and struggled before she whispered, "It was a long, long time ago. It was probably a


    trivial thing for you that you definitely don''t remember, but it encourages me to live."


    Seeing that Daphne was unwilling to say more, Donald did not push her but stepped back and took out


    something to her, "This is yours, right?"


    Daphne''s eyes instantly lit up when she saw the pen cap, and she took it with surprise. "Why do you


    have it? I thought..."


    "I picked it up in the car."


    Daphne clutched it and smiled brighter.


    Seeing her reaction, Donald couldn''t help but ask, "First love''s stuff?"


    "What?"


    After Daphne realized what he was talking about, she became rxed. She was relieved as she stared


    at the pen cap and slowly said, "There was once someone who lit up my world like a beam of light


    when I was most desperate.


    He was the one who told me that there are people who walk fearlessly for the sake of justice in their


    hearts despite obstacles. After the darkness of night, light alwayses. He tells me to insist and stick


    to the truth I believe in."


    Donald asked, "So you were inspired by this pen cap to be a journalist to report the truth even if it is


    dangerous?"


    "Sort of. Many times when I couldn''t hold on, as soon as I saw it, I would remember the words he once


    said to me."


    Donald nodded slowly. "Anyone who can say such words is not a good person. Maybe some moral


    hypocrite. Don''t believe it."


    Daphne was speechless.


    She retorted in a low voice, "He''s not."


    Donald leaned back on the sofa with his arm on the armrest andzily said, "He told you to stick to the


    truth you believe in but didn''t tell you how to save yourself in danger while pursuing the truth. What is


    this if not a hypocrite who only talks empty words."


    Seeing that Daphne wanted to say something, he continued unhurriedly, "When you were injured, did


    hee to rescue you? No, so he is the worst. Nothing is more important than one''s own life. Nothing


    is worth risking your life for."


    Daphne didn''t retort again but smiled.


    He really didn''t remember.


    After a while, Donald got up, "Alright. It''ste. I''m gonna go. Get to bed early and close the doors and


    windows."


    Daphne led him to the door and waved goodbye.


    Donald got into the lift, "Alright, goodbye."


    When the lift door was about to close, Daphne said, "He actually came to save me."


    Donald didn''t hear it clearly, "Yes?"


    The lift doors closed at the same time.


    Donald stood in the lift, trying to recall what her words were.


    His phone rang when he got in the car. It was a friend asking him to go for a drink.


    Donald was annoyed at the moment. "No, I''m not going."


    "Really? I had a hard time asking people toe here. All hot girls. All your type."


    Donald put on his seat belt and casually asked, "What is my type?"


    "Big breasts, thin waist, white skin, long legs, sweet voice. I know you well, dude. How can I be


    wrong?"


    Donald was speechless.


    He scolded lowly. "Am I so superficial?"


    As Donald spoke, another face came to mind. Clean, defiant, and challenging.


    Compared to Donald''s previous girlfriends, Daphne was not so pretty but ordinary in all conscience.


    However, after spending time with her, he found that she was extraordinary andfortable. The more


    he looked at her, the prettier she was.


    "Be quick. Come or not?"


    Donald exhaled and cleared his chaotic thoughts, "Come, but I have a case now. Just grab a couple of


    drinks and then leave. No fooling around."


    "Fine. What case can bother you? not to mention that it''s after hours. There are many people tonight.


    Why don''t you call rence and Vincent? I haven''t seen them for a long time."


    Donaldughed, "If rence came here today, his wife would not let him go home tonight. Vincent has


    something to do. Maybe next time."


    "rence is now famous for being hen-pecked. Not fits his character."


    "When you meet a girl who makes you unable to take your eyes off her, you won''t be as a yboy as


    now."


    "Then it''s better if I don''t meet one."