"The next day, the old woman came knocking early in the morning."
"She wanted to give that child the spring rolls before he went to work."
"But..."
The wrinkles on the old woman's face deepened a little. "Still, no one came to answer the door."
"Even today, the old woman still comes by from time to time to knock, hoping she might run into that child."
The old woman shook her head.
"I heard some noise downstairs just now. When I came up and saw you, I thought that child had come back."
The worry that had been weighing on her these past few days finally eased.
But...
She was disappointed.
"Strange..."
The old woman murmured.
"If that child really had something to take care of and needed to leave for a few days, he should have told the old woman when we met that day."
"At the time, the old woman said she wanted to bring him some spring rolls, and he clearly agreed..."
Since he knew she was coming the next day to bring him spring rolls, how could that child leave without saying a word?
That child wasn't the sort of person who would do that.
He had always been polite and considerate.
There were things even she had forgotten, but that child still remembered for her...
"The old woman is a little worried."
The old woman held on to the stair railing, her age-spotted hand tightening.
"Could something have happened to that child?"
"Is that why he left in such a hurry?"
Was that why he hadn't had time to tell her?
"It's been so many days..."
The worry on the old woman's face was hard to hide.
"That child still hasn't come back."
"...I wonder how he's doing?"
"Is everything going smoothly?"