In the Police Station, the policeman asked Yang Xian to show his ID card.
Yang Xian calmly took out the Household Register and ID card that he had carried with him since he left home at the age of eight.
The photo on the ID card showed him as a child, but now he was already eighteen.
After looking up Yang Xian's ID card information and seeing his parents were deceased, the policeman frowned and said, "You're from North City, how did you end up here?"
Yang Xian saw the policeman's usual expression, not as if he was about to be arrested, and relaxed a bit as he recounted his past.
The policeman listened with sympathy.
"Good lad, you've got guts, wandering for ten years," he sighed. "But we don't condone running away after hitting someone; you could have sought help from the women's federation or lived in the Welfare Institute."