Three days passed just like that, and Zong Zhan seemed to have vanished from the world.
During the day, Xi Luo would occasionally go to the office, and at night, she binge-watched dramas alone at home.
Like many single professional women, her life was smooth without any ripples.
So much so that an hour before the incident, she was still mentally dissing Zong Zhan, thinking he was deliberately being alarmist, just to make her relent.
That night at twelve, Xi Luo sat in the living room eating ice cream, with her iPad on her lap, the search page showing the profile of the 318 Brigade.
The content was sparse, not even listing past achievements, only the origin of the brigade.
Xi Luo was born into the British Imperial, but she also understood the secrecy of certain special brigades.
She turned off the search, threw the unfinished ice cream directly into the trash can, "Damn it, he must be setting me up."
