Standing there, I could tell that the man was Jeremy Archer without carefully observing him. He was wearing the same clothes as he had worn in the daytime.

As the rain fell on him, he, who was thin, seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

I said, "Uncle, I've told you that you got the wrong person. How come you found me here? How did you find this place?"

I spoke calmly as if I wasn't connected to him.

"No, I indeed have nothing to do with me."

Walking up to me step by step, Jeremy grabbed my clothes with his hands, "Charlotte, we did everything wrong in the...