Chapter 1286: Chapter 5 Keep Your Word (Please vote for the monthly ticket!)

“What’s so impossible to cross here?”

Lin Xian pointed at the Brooklyn Bridge in the distance, then turned back to look at CC:

“No matter how much you say, it’s just a bridge, a bridge in the physical sense. As long as we have feet, we can walk from Brooklyn across it, maybe just a bit slower… Is there any other reason we can’t reach Manhattan?”

“Ha ha.”

CC chuckled nonchalantly:

“What’s the point of pretending to be something you’re not? You don’t belong there in the first place, why force yourself to go there? We don’t have the qualifications to be in Manhattan at all.”

“Why not?” Lin Xian asked.

“Isn’t it obvious enough?”

CC jumped down from a shabby wooden box, spread out her arms, showcasing the [Wanderer Suit] she was wearing, then pointed at Lin Xian’s freshly updated [Church Suit]:

“See? In Manhattan, nobody wears clothes like ours, nobody dresses like us.”

“Everyone, regardless of age or gender, is dressed beautifully and neatly. The men are either in suits or wool coats, wearing ties and hats; the women are dazzling, their long dresses elegant and graceful, their gowns high-class and stylish.”

“Look at what we’re wearing. That’s the gap, Lin Xian; we only belong in Brooklyn, not in Manhattan… it’s not our world.”

…

Lin Xian silently looked at CC.

The more she said, the more he could feel her yearning and longing for Manhattan.

Speaking of which, First Generation Pillar CC is probably the one living in the worst conditions among all the Millennium Stakes Lin Xian knows.

Zhang Yuqian and Chu Anqing both come from wealthy families, to the point where Lin Xian once thought the Millennium Stakes reincarnation also fell under the protection of causality, only being born into affluent families.

CC’s family background Lin Xian doesn’t know much about, but CC has mentioned that at least she had both parents around and lived a life without worrying about food and clothing from an early age.

But looking at present First Generation Pillar CC…

She indeed lived too miserably.

First abandoned by her biological parents right after birth, then the welfare institution that took her in closed down, leaving her wandering the streets as an orphan.

And now, she stands in shabby Brooklyn, gazing up at Manhattan, her eyes full of longing for fluttering long dresses.

“Do you want a dress too?”

Lin Xian smiled.

He had just noticed that when CC mentioned the long dresses on women in Manhattan, her eyes lit up.

“Of course, which girl doesn’t want to wear a lovely dress?”

CC pursed her lips, softly saying:

“[I really want to wear a white dress, lace chiffon, something light and airy.]”

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Lin Xian, sitting on the shabby wooden box, tilted his head:

“Why specifically a white dress? I saw those upper-class ladies disembarking this morning, all dressed in colorful outfits like chameleons, afraid nobody would notice them.”

“And from your description… white dress, lace chiffon, light and airy… isn’t that almost like a wedding dress?”

CC waved her hand:

“Oh, I was just casually describing, I’ve never worn a white dress, how could I describe it so accurately?”

“The reason I want to wear white is because I’ve never worn any white clothes. In our welfare home, young children always wore hand-me-downs from older kids, treating clothes almost like heirlooms, passed down one person after another… until they were worn out beyond repair.”

“Under such circumstances, the clothes Granny bought would definitely not be white. Because white gets dirty too easily and becomes unclean even after just wearing it twice, truly too wasteful.”

“I’ve only ever worn dark clothes, black, brown, blue, purple… never anything in lighter colors.”

“I’m just a teenage girl too, of course, I want to dress beautifully and whirl around in a light white dress on the beach. Just like… just like… just like Marilyn Monroe.”

CC giggled, her eyes curving into pretty crescents, before turning back to look at Lin Xian:

“Primitive in animal skin, do you know who Marilyn Monroe is?”

Upon hearing this nickname, Lin Xian smiled slightly:

“Of course I do.”

Marilyn Monroe can be said to be one of the most famous actresses in the history of Mi Country.

Especially now in 1952, it’s when Monroe is at her peak, her fame unparalleled.

Once CC makes the comparison.

Lin Xian roughly knows what kind of “light white dress” she has in mind.

Ah.

Thinking back to the little princess of Donghai City, Chu Anqing, Lin Xian still feels very sorry for the Brooklyn girl CC now.

A white dress, that’s all.

Not a luxurious or unattainable wish.

But for CC… it’s like a distant star beyond reach.

As usual.

Lin Xian reached into the pocket of his padded coat with his right hand, wanting to pull out his phone, credit card, or wallet.

But.

It’s empty, cleaner than his face.

Nowadays, he is no longer that domineering CEO with tens of billions, not even… now he’s poorer than CC.

Unable to offer help.

“If I have the chance, I’ll give you a white dress.”

Lin Xian began to paint a picture:

“Just consider it… a thank you gift for taking care of me this time.”

“Pah!”

CC scoffed, casting a disdainful glance at Lin Xian:

“Stop bragging, if you really had the spare money, quickly go make a living on your own instead of following me like a shadow, causing me trouble, I’d thank you.”

“Come on, I’m serious.”

Lin Xian, hands in pockets, smiled:

“I don’t have money now, doesn’t mean I won’t have money in the future, don’t worry, I’ll definitely keep my promise.”