Chapter 551: Useless Thing
"At that time, I was chatting with the madam in that shop when he walked in from outside. I remember it was raining outside too, and he looked as if he had just been pulled out from the water." Director Zhao lit another cigarette, his gaze slightly unfocused. "I still remember his expression when he saw me, it was panic-stricken, his hands trembling, and he was a bit incoherent."
Wu Shuang listened quietly, sitting on a high spot made up of stacked blue bricks. The sunlight bathed them with a bit of warmth. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow through, rustling her notebook and making the pages crackle softly.
"If I had stopped him at that time, maybe he wouldn't have turned out this way." Director Zhao's thoughts drifted back to that night four days ago.
