Car, train, then car again—after all this exhausting travel, Li Lu, who still hadn't finished her postpartum confinement, felt utterly worn out.
In a motel that didn't require any ID for check-in, Tuba was busy complaining to Anna.
"Can't you let my mom rest for a while? She's still a new mother, and I'm just a kid, you know?"
Anna couldn't be bothered to answer him and simply bent over her suitcase. On top of the pile of odds and ends lay a men's suit and a clown mask.
As she took out the clothes and the mask and flung them to the side, those things instantly puffed up, forming the clown.
"People hold you all day long—you're tired of what, exactly? We've arrived. Later, you're coming with me."
Hearing that, Tuba immediately sat up straight in the swaddling clothes, eyes wide as saucers. "So soon!"
Anna snapped her hands together and slammed the suitcase shut. "Charles lived in a coastal city—it's not far from here. Otherwise he wouldn't have fallen into the sea."
