Far away—
"Haha…"
While mother and son stared at each other in a silence so painful it could fossilize souls, the culprit had already drifted far, slipping westward toward Qingpu district as leisurely as a god taking an evening stroll.
Then he left Shanghai entirely, sliding over the boundary like the city meant nothing, heading toward Suzhou near Taihu Lake.
It wasn't that Wang Xiao had gone mad after the realization of his identity. He simply decided to finish the half-done things he'd ignored for too long; and since they were all along the way, today felt convenient.
A distraction, yes.
But a useful one.
He crossed the river in a single step, reached Sanshan Mountain, those three lonely islets floating in the southern expanse of Taihu, Suzhou on the east, Huzhou on the west, and winter mist wrapping everything in pale green dew.
