It rained all night, and Wu Shuang barely slept. She was very tired, but whenever she closed her eyes, she saw those unfocused pupils. She couldn't quite remember how she ended up in bed; she just remembered that she shouldn't have left Mu Rongyun alone at that moment. The pain of a stabbed heart lingered inside her. She just held him like that until he fell asleep.
After the rain cleared, today turned out to be a beautiful day. At nine in the morning, Director Zhao appeared at the door on time. After changing her clothes, Wu Shuang went with him to the entrance of the police station.
"Uh, Wu's team, is the other person not up yet?" When Director Zhao asked this, Wu Shuang felt that calling him sleazy might not be enough; do people become so dirty-minded at this age? Do middle-aged men, due to their dysfunction, seek some psychological comfort from others?
