Junyun Garden District, the night is dark and windy, a tall man's face blends into the surrounding darkness.
"Out shopping, kid?"
A strolling uncle enthusiastically greets Yu Minglang. His little Pekingese seems to sense Yu Minglang's murderous aura, shrinking behind its owner, leaving only a quivering little rump.
Yu Minglang carries a black plastic bag, his aura felt even by the dog.
"Yeah." Normally, he'd stop for a chat with familiar neighbors and elders, but now his feet don't stop.
"This kid, why so rushed." The strolling uncle shakes his head, watching Yu Minglang leave hurriedly.
Yu Minglang doesn't want to be in such a rush, but Mei in the toilet might really need him.
He gets home, knocks on the bathroom door, a small white hand quickly reaches out, snatches the black plastic bag from his hand, and slams the door shut.
Hurried actions, feelings of shame and resentment.
Qian feels like her period might be fake, showing up specifically at crucial moments.
