Charles Mcintosh didn't eat much; he couldn't really bring himself to eat. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes seemed to conceal countless hidden thoughts.
After a long while, he stood up, his voice hoarse: "I'm going out for a smoke."
Charles pushed open the door and walked out; his figure was tall and desolate, with an indescribable loneliness.
Jasmine Yale stared at his back for a long time.
"Master, when did Mr. Mcintosh return?" Jasmine asked softly.
"Probably during the night. When I came for boxing practice in the morning, it was still dark, and he was just sitting there on the ground, silent, only smoking without caring if the ground was cold or not." The old man shook his head and sighed, "They've all grown up and have their own concerns now."
"Is Little Lilac still missing?"
"Yes, Charles has almost searched all of Lonton but couldn't find her."
"Is Mr. Mcintosh still leaving?"
