Why it never ends

Chapter 1090 Weight

"...I'm not sure," Hesta whispered as she recounted her observations in the south, talking about Aji, Boheng, Manna, and Jiahoduolei, and the various details of their lives that she observed. She was silent for a moment, and said, "The current known information is that he is a small leader of the Devout Youth Front, and can plan and lead a project that goes deep into the heart of District 12—"

"Is this all you know?" Stella looked at her with a smile of disbelief in her eyes, "You stayed there for three days..."

Hesta nodded, trying to recall if there were any details she had missed, when she suddenly felt Stella poking her finger in the middle of her forehead.

"So tender, dear."

Hesta retreated slightly: "Hmm?"

"...Maybe it's because you have such a strong aura that I always forget that you are only in your early twenties," Stella moved closer, "You really need me, otherwise you will waste a lot of time and miss a lot of opportunities - you don't even know how much you have lost so far because of me."

Hesta frowned.

"But it doesn't matter," Stella smiled and raised her glass, "Fate is on your side, because she finally brought me here - Cheers, to innocence."

Hesta picked up the water glass for some reason and clinked it with Stella's.

A familiar figure walked in from the door, and his eyes swept across the guests on the terrace, finally locking onto Hesta and Stella.

"Ladies," he said with a heavy expression, "I'm sorry, the Governor may not be able to attend this event today. He has encountered some troubles... He is resting upstairs now."

"I heard from Kovicik," Hesta said. "Is he ill?"

"It's more than just illness," the secretary's voice was more serious, "Are you free now? The Governor wants to invite you to meet upstairs alone--"

Hearing this, Stella sat up straight. Just as she was about to say something, Hesta spoke up: "This is Ms. Zuby. She will go upstairs with me to see the Governor in a while."

Stella laughed almost imperceptibly, then leaned back on the sofa, resuming her previous relaxed posture.

The secretary's face showed a moment of surprise. He stood there for a while and said, "Okay, I'll ask the Governor..."

"Okay, but don't get the point wrong when you convey it," Hesta said, "If the Governor is in trouble and needs my help, then it's best to follow my advice."

"clear."

The secretary nodded and quickly turned and left.

Stella clapped her hands lightly: “Wow…Jane, you really…He must have forgotten that the person standing in front of him is just a twenty-something-”

"Stella," Hesta turned his head with a calm expression, "I still trust you because I believe in Ms. Chiba's ability to judge people. I will trust you without reservation until you do something that disappoints me - but this does not mean that my trust has no weight."

Stella put down her hand and restrained her slightly frivolous behavior. She forced herself to suppress the smile on her face. Two torn emotions were swirling in her mind. Obviously, there was still a part of Hesta that was unsophisticated. No matter how brave or smart she was, she could not change the fact that she was just a young person in her early twenties... and for a long time, her life was far away from the real society, which made her still very immature in many things.

However, Stella also discovered that Hesta had learned an amazing performance mode from somewhere. When she sat there, thinking without saying a word, anyone would feel that this silent woman was brewing a storm at the moment - even if Hesta was in a daze at the moment, or was thinking about which dessert to choose.

What a superb acting skill, but who taught her this skill...

Stella let out a breath that sounded like a sigh, "I understand-" "You don't understand," Hesta lowered his eyes slightly, and then looked at Stella, "The Iron Tin you recommended is not a trustworthy therapist, which has greatly reduced your credibility with me."

"She absolutely is," Stella replied just as seriously, "Do you know why?"

"You said."

"Because from the first day she came to this farm, before she actually saw Eucalyptus, she had already begun to challenge your control over Eucalyptus with her existence."

Before Stella finished speaking, Hesta's voice had already risen: "When did I--"

"Jane, what is eucalyptus to you?" Stella looked at her. She had to hold back her jokes so as not to let Hesta misunderstand that she was trying to make fun of her. "You can ask anyone if they can treat their friends who they just met by chance one tenth of what you have done for eucalyptus."

Hesta's throat moved slightly. Yu Xuekun had asked her this question as early as in District 14, but now Stella asked it again.

Hesta drank the water in the cup in one gulp. She was too lazy to explain any of these questions, nor did she intend to seek understanding from these people who were accustomed to playing with concepts and carefully testing the boundaries of people's hearts.

"…So what's your answer?"

"My answer is that you are a very good person," Stella stood up, "and I really like to lend a helping hand to people like you."

Hesta glanced at the hand Stella offered and shook it.

"Show me what you're capable of."

……

On the second floor, Arevalo lay peacefully on the bench in his study, and many people stood in the corridor to make some space for the elderly in the room.

When Hesta pushed the door open, she smelled disinfectant in the air. The Governor was very weak and it seemed that a rescue had just ended.

"…What happened?" Hesta walked up to the old man, "Are you okay, Governor?"

“Inspector…” Arevalo trembled as he stretched out his hand towards the young man in front of him, “You…you are here.”

"Yes, I'm here." Hesta also held the hands, she tightened her five fingers, as if to transfer her strength, "It seems that you need me."

The Governor waved his hand tremblingly to his secretary, asking him to bring a letter from the table.

Hesta took the envelope, inside was a photo, in which the Governor was standing at the port, with the tall electric poles and messy black high-voltage wires cutting his body into different parts.

Hesta turned over the photo and saw a line of small words on the back:

now you.

There is no signature at the end, only a self-portrait with a grin that Hesta is very familiar with.

For a moment, Hesta felt boiling.