Tang Xiao'nan's palms grew sweaty. The Adrian Hawthorne in her book had truly terrible luck. His youth was filled with hardship. He lost his closest family and friends again and again, his body was wracked with illness, and he had no one he could trust. Even his one dear friend, a man from a much older generation, met with a disaster.
A few years after his friend's accident, Adrian Hawthorne had also gone to Umbara. She had no idea what he was doing there. He claimed he was expanding his business, but what kind of business could he possibly expand in Umbara? In the end, he vanished without a trace, and she was almost certain he was dead.
"What are you thinking about?"
The Mad Lord's voice came from above her. Tang Xiao'nan quickly looked up and smiled. He patted her on the head a few times as they reached the mouth of the alley.
