Tomorrow is his birthday, and his father died on the day he was going to pick his birthday cake with him... His disdain for birthdays obviously has something to do with his father's death.
With this in mind, Xia Wan'an picked up her phone and called the old house.
The call was picked up by Zhang's mother; the grandmother, unable to contact Han Jingnian, was anxious. When she heard Xia Wan'an was on the line, she immediately gestured Zhang's mother to give her the phone: "An'an, have you found Jingnian yet?"
"Not yet, but don't worry, grandma, he may just be in a bad mood and want to be alone."
"If he just wants to be alone, that would be fine. But I'm afraid, afraid that he...he..."
The grandmother didn't finish her sentence, but Xia Wan'an's fingers holding the phone trembled sharply.
She had indeed nearly forgotten... someone was still out lurking, intent on Han Jingnian's life.
