Odd

When Simon and Anne arrived again, Justin had already left. "Tut!" Simon placed one hand on his hips, lifting up his suit jacket, and smacked his lips with a frown. "Brat! Did he run around after the fever subsided, under such a heavy injury? Does he really think that he is made of iron?" Anne couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes. "Simon, where did Berg go?" "Well." Simon frowned and shook his head. "I have no idea, and I don't know where he will go at the moment." He couldn't bear to see her disappointed look, so he persuaded, "Maybe he's going out for a walk. How about this? I promise you. As soon as he comes back, I'll immediately bring you here again, okay?" "Mm." She nodded bashfully. This was the only thing she could do. Having been unable to find Justin, she often dialed the phone number he left for her, but the number had been suspended, so she couldn't get through. Time passed day by day, and her heart gradually became anxious. Justin left the capital and wandered arou