Chapter 5 It had been 6 years since we said goodbye to each other.

"Are you sure she is here?" Donald looked at the dilapidated alleyway in front of him, he felt disgusted.

The richer places hided more places of poverty, in great contrast to the glory. Dirty alleys, the hot mercilessly covered the earth. Underneath the nose was the sickening smell of mold and garbage.

Carl Lioyd nodded gently and smiled meekly, he said, "Sure, our people have been here."

Donald frowned, very much disliking this place. But thinking of Lisa's picture, the last one! The photo was placed inside his wallet so that every time he opened it, there was a image of Lisa, as if he and Lisa hadn't broken up. That picture was his only spiritual anchor. But this damn woman took the wallet away! Then his walked with a gloomy face.

He hadn't even reached the last house, but found a man in black lying on the ground from far away.

The black-clothed man closed his eyes and didn't move.

Carl Lioyd's face changed slightly and he hurriedly walked over and reached out his hands to patted that man, he said, "Hey, wake up." What happened?

Even Donald frowned his brow, who did it? Such a bold man.

The black-clad man opened his eyes and spoke weakly, "The woman ran away." After saying that, his eyes rolled over and he fainted.

Donald had a frightened look on his face and walked directly past Carl Lioyd to the inside. Rudely pushed the door and walked in, his expression was cold and with a hint of venom.

Corrine, who was able to knocked down his henchman, deserved to be the champion of the Black Market Boxing Tournament.

Litia sat on the sofa with an embarrassed face, and suddenly saw the young man who walked in, she was shocked for a second, his tone was rampant, she asked, "Who are you?"

"Where's Corrine?" Donald's tone was icy and had almost no warm.

Litia was shocked and trembled to open her mouth, "She, her father sent her away, saying that she was going to study abroad."

Donald narrowed his eyes, his expression was cold, he cursed in his heart, he asked, "Where? Do you know the detailed location?"

"I, I, I don't know." Litia had never seen anyone so terrifying, and he was just standing there alone, but gave people a feeling that their breath was about to be taken away.

Donald coldly glanced at Litia, as if looking at trash again, and directly turned around to leave.

Above the airport, Corrine sat inside the plane and looked at the view outside the window, unwilling to close her eyes.

The things happened before she left, Donald was just a passerby in her life and she would soon forget.

But what Corrine didn't know was that just at this moment. As a passerby, Donald Matthews had just arrived inside the airport, and if his eyes could kill a person, may be the people around Donald were already dead.

"Carl Lioyd, by all means, you must find Corrine, you must get back Lisa's picture." Donald almost gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Carl Lioyd nodded his head, he knew what he meat, he replied, "I Understand."

But the world was neither too big nor too small. When you tried to find someone and it may took everything you have to find. But again, if you gave up, maybe you'll meet that one on the street somewhere.

In the midst of a vast sea of people, if there was a destiny, we would surely meet again.

Time was even more merciless, perhaps before you took a good look at the people around you, that person had became old.

Six years later, in T city, at the airport.

A beautiful little boy stood in the airport lobby, he had white and smooth skin, exquisite five sense organs, the passersby could not help but stop and turned their heads to look at the little boy.

The little boy raised his head and looked at the mature woman walking here and he quickly ran to her, he asked, "Mommy, where are Rebecca and Clarence?"

"Dennis Watson, you slow down!" The woman held the little boy in her arms, and swiftly reprimanded, she pouted, turned around and looked back. Seeing two lovey children coming towards her, a cold little princess and a little prince with a blank face. The two looked somewhat similar to Dennis Watson, but compared to Dennis Watson's smiling face, these two children were much colder and almost had no expression.

Dennis Watson was the oldest child in the triplets, he was always called Dennis by others. The second child was a little princess, Rebecca Watson, she was always called Rebecca, the third child was a boy named Clarence Watson, he was called Little Clarence, or Clarence, or Clarence Watson.

"Rebecca, Clarence, can you two stop being like this and be happy." Dennis Watson looked at his sister and brother's face and sighed helplessly, one was too cold and the other was too innocent.

As a result, Little Princess Rebecca glanced at Dennis Watson and directly ignored him.

The little prince, Clarence, was displeased and curled his lips, his look was clearly blank, but he had an inexpressible loveliness, he said, "Dennis, this is how we are originally, what else can we do?"

"...Well, that's the way you are, then just be like that." Dennis didn't bother to say more.

Corrine shook her head helplessly, looking at the familiar surroundings, she was touched, it was good to return to her hometown, hometown could made a person feel complete.

Dennis smiled and said, ''Mommy, your hometown is nice. The weather is nice in Paris, but at here, with cooler wind and warm sun, it's really nice!"

Corrine nodded her head, expressing her approval, but suddenly, she was stunned and her facial expression changed.