The driver looked at the crack in the rear window. "Mr. Kingston, the car..."

"Never mind that. Was the water splashed on him?"

"Yes."

"Good."

The driver was speechless.

It had always felt like Yale had been holding himself back. He would either explode in silence or do something twisted while still suppressing himself.

Ever since Yale broke through the normal conventions and began to let loose, people rarely understood him.

Olivia observed the buildings in the village. "Ethan, was this place eroded by natural disasters in the past?"

"That's right, young lady. More than 20 years ago, there was a flood in our village. That flood was quite something.

"Our village is poor, and no one could patch things up, so the buildings remain the same as they were 20 years ago."

over to them. "Are

dressed completely differently from the other

the residents of this village admired the others a lot. They wished that some rich man would come over and invest in their

the flood wash a young

can't say for sure. Many people and houses

changes in Olivia's expression. "Did you think of

Do you have cash on

head. "Do

cigarettes from Ethan's pocket. Ethan turned red in the face. "Liv, I just. I smoke a little when I'm

handed the cigarettes to the old man. "Sir, please help me. I'm looking for a young woman. She was about

she has large eyes. She's in ill health

from so long ago. It's not that I don't want to help you, but

lived with her grandmother, and there was no one else in that house. She has a sharp chin,

you talking about that sickly child

Ethan.

Krystal's maternal grandfather.

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