He would remember sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone, then inexplicably spacing out. By the time he snapped out of it, almost an hour had passed.
As for how the door was opened or whether anyone had been there, he would have no recollection whatsoever.
Xu Wuyi walked out of the small building and pulled the door shut behind him.
Outside, the cold wind howled, making the hem of his clothes flap wildly. Standing on the steps, he looked up at the night sky. The moon was bright, the stars were few, and the distant snowfield looked exceptionally vast and desolate under the moonlight.
He walked down the steps and headed back along the path he came.
Zheng Mingchuan had amassed countless wealth over the years. Where did all that money go?
As long as he found Lu Sheng, all these questions would be answered.
He turned and continued on his way. The night deepened, and the cold wind howled.
