Early the next morning, Yu Sheng moved a chair and sat down at the entrance of No. 66 Wutong Road, holding Ailin in his arms.
Huli and Luna, like a pair of door gods, stood flanking him on the left and right.
The four of them (or perhaps none at all) stared eagerly at the roadside, waiting for the Alice doll who called herself Marlin to arrive.
Ailin kept fiddling with her phone watch—Yu Sheng had helped her remove the strap and tied a colorful cord so she could hang it around her neck.
The little doll kept opening and closing several apps, anyone could tell she was a bit nervous.
But every time Yu Sheng asked, she immediately denied it, stubbornly insisting she was just bored.
This time, no one exposed this flimsy excuse.
Yu Sheng glanced down at the time, then looked up toward the intersection, his mind still occupied with the phone call he had with Bai Liqing yesterday and the parting instructions he gave her.
…He hoped Bai Liqing had clearly explained Ailin’s situation to the “Alice’s Cabin Envoy” and passed along his thoughts.
Just as Huli finished chewing his twelfth baked pancake, the waiting group heard the sound of an engine—the headlights of a sleek black car appeared at the intersection.