The place Old Man Katon had chosen for his Wish List—honestly, just from what we'd seen so far, it seemed unexpected yet perfectly understandable.
Generally speaking, the regrets people had on the brink of death were more likely to be tied to their youth.
So it was common for them to want to visit places like their hometown or a second home.
But the place Old Man Katon had come to sounded like somewhere he'd only stayed briefly.
Fortunately, the passions of youth and the stirrings of young love were powerful enough to explain it to some extent.
And you could even add the remarkable coincidence that, years later, Lucy—though no longer anything like the person she'd once been—was still here.
All in all, if he left it at that, it might even have made for a touching story.
But the resting place the old man had chosen clearly changed the mood of everything.
Sure, there wasn't much gas in the car, so they couldn't go very far. Katon was sitting behind me, and he undoubtedly knew that.
But even if he was worried about that, there were plenty of places to resupply, like the roadside shop they'd passed earlier.
So what if it was closed? Katon had clearly had no qualms about pulling out his gun in front of Lucy's family just now. What was one more bit of looting?
All things considered, Fu Qian was more inclined to believe that the old man had already begun the second item on his list.
That was also why he suspected they might have stayed here back then, Katon and his father.
All he could say was that this unusual trip had left a deep impression on the old man's life. So what kind of impression was it?
The old man