The teenager in the carriage was so startled by the person who suddenly barged in that he jumped. When he saw clearly who it was, he drew his brows together and glared, staring wordlessly at the intruder for a long time.
The teenager turned his head away. "I already said, I'm not your Young Master. You've got the wrong person!"
The man sighed. "Why must Young Master be so stubborn? We've been searching for you for eighteen years—how could we possibly mistake someone else for you? Besides, with that item and the birthmark on your body as proof, it is absolutely impossible we're wrong."
The teenager pressed his lips together, and only after a long moment did he say, "I don't want to go with you to do any so-called earth‑shaking great deed. I don't have that kind of ability. I just want an ordinary life. The days I have now are exactly what I want. Since you're the ones who say you lost me for eighteen years, then just pretend you never found me."
