"Your mom... no, my aunt..."
Hao Jian stood frozen in place, his pupils instantly losing focus.
Xu Kun panicked and shook Hao Jian by the shoulders. "Why are you spacing out? Where exactly did my mom go?"
Shaken by Xu Kun, Hao Jian seemed to snap awake from a dream. After a burst of ragged breathing, he answered, "Auntie... she left!"
Xu Kun stiffened, his lips trembling. "What do you mean, she left?"
Hao Jian frowned, feeling as if an extra memory had appeared in his mind. He slapped his forehead and said, "Just now... Auntie said she was leaving and wouldn't wait for you to come back!"
"Did she say where she was going?" Xu Kun's face went pale as he recalled all the strange things his mother had done that night.
As well as that unsettling feeling he had sensed before—that his mother was gradually drifting farther and farther away from him.
"Y-You don't panic. Auntie left you a letter!"
Hao Jian had no idea why he had only remembered now. In a fluster, he took a folded sheet of paper from his pocket.
Xu Kun had no time to question Hao Jian's strange behavior. He quickly took the paper and unfolded it.
The handwriting was elegant. It was undoubtedly his mother's handwriting!
It was called a letter, but there were only two short sentences.
"Mom has left to find your dad. You're grown up now, so take good care of yourself from now on."
"The day after tomorrow is your grandfather's death anniversary. Remember to visit his grave."
That... that was it?
Xu Kun turned the paper over and over, only to find those two sentences!
He rushed out the door, ignoring the neighbors. Like a madman, he bolted down the stairwell and into the open square