I naturally didn't know that I had become the target of the Larry Martin family's interest.
For me now, I just wanted to cultivate in peace and then head to Silverwood to kill the man standing at the peak.
After leaving Charity Hall, I intended to take a taxi, but perhaps due to peak hours, I waited a long time without seeing a single car.
"Forget it, I'll run back, it's not far to the apartment."
I put on the hood of my sweatshirt and started running, my steps incredibly steady.
If anyone noticed, they would surely see a faint flow of air beneath my feet.
Running all the way, I noticed that Brooksdale had changed quite a bit from five years ago.
The Golden Wheat Garden cake shop at the corner of Greenwood Street was gone, and now it's a Little Milk Tea.
I remembered my mother often taking me there for cake, which was the time I cherished the most.
"Time flies, it'll soon be my parents' memorial day again..."
