Not a single trace could be found.
What worried him even more was that he suspected that Qin Youxue might have already died.
The heavy rain back then erased all traces; later, when he sent people back to that alley, they couldn't even find any bloodstains.
Neither alive nor dead.
Mo Dong sighed, sitting down silently next to Mo Jiashuo.
For the first time, his face showed signs of aging.
Mo Hexuan was his youngest son and his most cherished child. He felt truly helpless seeing him like this now.
"No matter what..." Mo Dong whispered, "Keep looking... consider it for Hexuan... a remembrance... otherwise..." He sighed deeply, his eyes turning faintly red. He didn't say anything more and just gently shook his head, his face showing a tired expression.
Because of Mo Hexuan's situation, he had truly been worrying too much lately.
Mo Jiashuo took a long drag from his cigarette, nodding slightly.
