Unfortunately, his identity was special, so his time was different from that of ordinary people.
He had this kind of vacation now because, comparatively speaking, things were still calm, but as soon as something came up, he would have to rush off to where he was needed.
So he raced against the clock, beginning to frantically read everything about Qimen Dunjia.
It was just a pity that some things, no matter how smart he was, couldn't be mastered overnight.
By this time, it was already the year 1987.
After a big snowfall, the twelfth lunar month arrived.
This winter was exceptionally cold.
Qin Yize stood at the entrance to Gu Garden's alleyway, as usual, leaning against the jeep...
and in the winter night, he lit a cigarette.
In the darkness, the red glow flickered on and off, just like Qin Yize's heart at that moment.
He really missed Qiaoqiao.
He wanted to hold her hand, he wanted to hold her in his arms.
He wanted to touch her soft hair.
