The driver looked at the crack in the rear window. "Mr. Kingston, the car..."

"Never mind that. Was the water splashed on him?"

"Yes."

"Good."

The driver was speechless.

It had always felt like Yale had been holding himself back. He would either explode in silence or do something twisted while still suppressing himself.

Ever since Yale broke through the normal conventions and began to let loose, people rarely understood him.

Olivia observed the buildings in the village. "Ethan, was this place eroded by natural disasters in the past?"

"That's right, young lady. More than 20 years ago, there was a flood in our village. That flood was quite something.

"Our village is poor, and no one could patch things up, so the buildings remain the same as they were 20 years ago."

old man walked over to them. "Are you here to invest

other residents

so the residents of this village admired the others a lot. They wished that some rich man would come over and invest in

"Did the flood wash a young

Many people and houses were washed away back

Olivia's expression.

Do you have

head.

box of cigarettes from Ethan's pocket. Ethan turned red in the face. "Liv, I just. I smoke a little when I'm bored. I don't have that much of an

me. I'm looking for a young

fair, and she has large eyes. She's in

something from so long ago. It's

grandmother, and there was no one else in that house. She has a sharp chin,

you talking about that sickly child in the Wright

Ethan. "The Wright

of Krystal's

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