Ethan Yin searched everywhere he could.
Home, school, workplace, major hospitals in City N, even the overpass where Alex Tang used to set up a stall, and the Longzang River where they both loved to visit, they searched for them over and over again without getting tired of it.
The iron door of the garment shop was locked. Through the window, one could see a wall of the inner room. The cheongsams hanging on the wall were still last year's style. The candied haws that used to bark non-stop whenever there were approaching footsteps were nowhere to be seen.
The window seat in the fourth row of the first group had been empty for more than ten days and had accumulated a layer of dust. When Claire Su was wiping the table for him that day, he couldn't help but scolded him: "You have no conscience. You didn't even tell me that you went out to play. When you come back, I will beat you to death."
Having been to both the suburban and downtown photo studios several times, Sister Chen was also very anxious and asked Ethan Yin: "Where is Xiao Tang? Last time he said he would come to help for a day during the New Year's Day holiday, but his phone was always unreachable."
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