Accept the Invitation

Living in such harsh conditions, the average lifespan of Bedouins wasn't long. Nabari was forty-plus years of age, so it wasn't shocking that his father had already passed away. But this also meant that the only person that knew the route was gone. 

Zhang Zian observed him, and he didn't think Nabari seemed to be lying. That kind of fear that came from the depths of the heart and the unwillingness to revisit the memory was impossible to fake. There was no reason for him to lie about it, anyway. Why would he reject a business deal that had basically walked voluntarily through their door?

Fina quietly took a step closer, watching Nabari with interested eyes while sitting at the door to the house. It wasn't sure whether it was interested in his story, or him as a person.