Vincent stood by the Temple's entrance, awaiting his mother's return.
She had left early that morning. Now night had fallen, yet she still had not come back.
He paced anxiously along the asphalted path, back and forth, until he caught himself picking at his nails and gasped at his own action.
His mother had strictly forbidden him from doing so.
"What are you doing here?"
Vincent straightened at once, bowing promptly to the lady.
"I have been waiting for you—"
"What business do you have with me?" she asked, her tone cold and distant.
She had always been this way with him.
So why did it still sting?
Vincent swallowed hard, lowering his gaze.
"I have decided to go to Hianshu and find him by myself. Perhaps the reason they can't find him is that they haven't seen him. But I have," he explained, trying to sound as convincing as he could—yet secretly hoping his mother would stop him, tell him that he shouldn't take such a risk.
