Mansion
Wang Dawei's frustration was mounting by the minute. It wasn't like Lu Jianjun to disappear without a trace, especially in a state of such obvious anger. He'd been searching since dawn, driving through the city, calling contacts, and even stopping by all the places Lu Jianjun frequented. But nothing.
"Where are you?" Wang Dawei muttered under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he drove aimlessly, trying to rack his brain. Suddenly, as he passed a graveyard on the outskirts of town, a memory surfaced. His sister Wang Jing had once mentioned that Lu Jianjun had a private mansion on a hill south of the city. A secluded place, overlooking the entire landscape, and at the foot of the mountain sat a cemetery where some of his closest relatives were buried.
Of course, that's where he would go! Lu Jianjun always retreated to that lonely hill whenever he needed to escape, to grieve, or to think.