Shi Yu.
On Monday morning, the sky was overcast. Even though spring had arrived, the cold in the south felt like elemental damage; even wearing thick socks, one could still feel the chill and discomfort seeping up from the soles of their feet.
Although the "Rising Sun Yang Gang" group from the Management Bureau wasn't exactly roughing it… being on a monitoring mission naturally meant they couldn't stray too far from the target.
On the rooftop of the building opposite Zhao Le's home.
Bu Bugao was curled up next to Wang Hu, exhausted after a night of vigil—he tightened his clothes and leaned closer to Wang Hu's back.
Upon touching the big guy's body, he felt a warm current flow through him.
He couldn't bear it any longer.
"Wang Hu, I'm going to nap for a bit. Wake me up if anything happens."
"Okay."
Wang Hu replied simply, then lifted his head to look at the gloomy sky—stretching out his hand, fine raindrops landed in his palm.
