The Same Path
"I'm fine."
Old Meng lowered his eyes.
"I lost control just now."
"Sorry."
The police were rather surprised.
Old Meng had actually realized how he'd acted and apologized...
It seemed Old Meng didn't have any problems.
He was just overwhelmed with grief.
Time would heal everything...
The police smiled.
They were naturally glad Old Meng was all right.
Otherwise...
A family of three.
A wife and child killed in a car accident.
The husband... went insane.
What a horrible tragedy...
So tragic.
"Your wife and child would surely want to see you doing well,"
a police officer said with a smile.
"They're still waiting for you to visit them every year."
"Bring them a bouquet of flowers."
"Tell them about all the interesting things that have happened..."
That was right.
Old Meng was slightly taken aback...
He'd almost forgotten.
He'd been so caught up in regretting that he hadn't driven the monster away when he first saw it...
He still had to visit his wife and child every year.
Otherwise...
They'd be lonely.
No.
The two of them had reunited.
How could they be lonely?
He was the one left behind, all alone...
Old Meng nodded.
The dawning look on his face told the police he'd taken their words to heart.
That was good.
Things weren't as bad as they'd thought.
That was good.
"Mr. Meng, what do you think about Xiao Jun suddenly stepping backward?"
a police officer asked.
Old Meng clenched his fist.
After a long while...
He stiffly shook his head, his voice hoarse. "Nothing."
Actually, he did have an idea.
But...
He couldn't tell anyone.
He couldn't go to a mental hospital.
He still had things to do.
Very important things...
Besides, he wasn't