Yaxin looked at him ambivalently through the window. His lonely figure amongst the crowded street painted a picture of melancholy in her heart.
Mu too, was staring at his back through the rear window, and his eyes were flickering with mixed emotions.
“Is he alone?”
“Seems like you visit frequently.”
“Just once in a while,” Mu paused momentarily and continued, “When I was little, Mr. Lee used to be our butler. After his son passed away, he seemed to have memory disorders. We wanted to take care of him but he insisted to come back here…”