Lu zhichen did not know where that place was. He only knew that Mu Qing was here, but when he came over, he found that there was no one.
There was no Mu Qing or the girl he was looking for.
Lu zhichen wanted to ask around, but he just stood there without any movement.
He was a little unable to move.
He seemed to have only slowly recovered from the great grief.
His little girl was gone.
He died last night.
The people on the side of the road saw him standing there in a daze, glanced at him, and then walked away.
Everyone was different, and not everyone would sympathize with the pain and sadness of others.
Lu zhichen did not cry. After staying up the entire night, his eyes were red, and he looked very strange.
Even his handsome features looked more hostile.
He should be especially sad.
He had finally found an opportunity. He was about to succeed, and he would be able to see his little girl immediately.
