Wen Qian couldn't help but feel hurt by his words. She simply couldn't understand why her foster father's attitude had changed so abruptly.
After wallowing in her sorrow for a moment, Wen Qian decided to visit her foster mother first. She was so lost in her worries on the way there that she completely failed to notice the "tail" that had been following her ever since she left the prison...
The man wore a black leather jacket and ankle boots, his face completely obscured by a helmet. He had a powerful build, and half of a tattoo was visible at his collarbone...
The man's gaze was locked on Wen Qian, a black combat knife spinning deftly between his fingertips. After a long moment, he slipped the knife back into his pocket, and the instant she boarded the bus, he turned and mounted his motorcycle...
It was already three in the afternoon when Wen Qian saw her foster mother. She held the telephone receiver, her expression melancholic.
