Evan said in a low voice: “I’m hanging up now.”

Without waiting for Ethan to say anything more, he hung up the phone directly.

The sky hadpletely darkened, and the temperature in the mountains plummeted ordingly, with the chill quietly spreading through the air.

He put away his phone, turned around and walked back. From a distance, he could see me and Liz sitting close together, eating and chatting happily. He paused for a moment, then walked into the tent and took out two thick coats, onerge and one small.

He handed therge one to me.

Seeing this, I said: “I’m not cold-”

“Put it on.” His tone wasn’t heavy, but it brooked no refusal. He shook out the coat and gently draped it over my

shoulders.

Then he handed the small one to Liz.

When that thick warmth enveloped me, blocking the bone–chilling mountain wind, my body did indeed feel much warmer, iso /iI didn’t continue to refuse.

After finishing the barbecue, the bonfire party also began. We walked over with the crowd.

As soon as we reached the crowd, someone joked with augh: “Oh my, this family of three is so dazzling!”

I was stunned and quickly exined: “We’re not a family of three.”

Those peopleughed even more heartily, teasing: “Not now doesn’t mean not in the future.”

I was speechless and could only force a smile without continuing the conversation.

Soon after, Liz ran off to y with children of simr age. The area around the bonfire immediately became lively, with children building snowmen and having snowball fights,ughter rising and falling.

Most people around the tents hade in groups of three to five. Some were chatting, some ying cards, and others had taken out guitars and started singing. The winter night felt particrly warm.

After Liz left, Evan and I weren’t particrly familiar with each other, and the atmosphere gradually became quiet. I sat by the fire, weaving a butterfly with some dry grass; he opened hisptop and focused on typing on the keyboard.

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After a moment, he suddenly spoke: “You’re a healer?”

I nodded: “Yes.”

“Milo seems to take good care of you. I heard he’s recently preparing a medicalpany–are you one of his people?”

“I suppose so.”

His hands paused, as if thoughtful, then he asked: “Have you heard of a healer called ‘Moonveil“?”

The dry grass in my hands also paused for a moment, and I answered in a calm tone: “I’ve heard of them. In our profession, very few people haven’t heard this name.”

This wasn’t bragging, but fact.

Evan could see that I didn’t seem to want to chat much with him, and he knew that I had maintained that distance from him from beginning to end.

He knew the reason, so he didn’t continue to force it.

After a while, he turned hisptop screen toward me: “Take a look, is this the evidence you’re looking for?”

I leaned in to look and found that the screen was disying exactly the post I had once published anonymously on the medical forum.

I remembered that post very clearly. It was something I had casually posted on the forumte at night when my thinking was blocked, and it had sparked passionate discussion within the forum. Later, when I overcame the problem, I forgot about it, and that forumpletely shut down a few yearster. The data should have disappeared along with the server going offline.

But now, it was appearingpletely intact on Evan’sputer screen.

I was very shocked. “Are you a hacker?”

The corner of Evan’s mouth curved into a faint smile, his voice light: “Not professionally, I just know a little about data recovery and system pration.”

“That’s not called ‘knowing a little.“”

Looking at the familiar data and charts on the screen, I said in a low voice: “With this evidence, it might be a great help to me.”

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