June 10, an uneasy time.
The elderly often say.
June is full of disasters.
I thought it was just a superstitious joke.
But the truth unfolded in 2010.
Mrs. Gu is four months pregnant.
On the evening of June 17th, there was a torrential downpour.
She sat on the hospital bed, gazing at the rain washing the windows.
Her hand resting on the blanket tightened slightly.
Song Yuxi came in, his shirt shoulder was soaking wet.
Jiang Muwan looked at him, he looked back at Jiang Muwan, and asked with concern, "How is Manman?"
Jiang Muwan nodded slightly, "She's doing well."
As he spoke, he walked to the window for a look, and said, "With such heavy rain, those reporters still won't leave."
"It's their job too."
Jiang Muwan had little sympathy for outsiders.
Very strange.
But it made sense.
For someone as indifferent as her, she could never be a savior.
At this moment, inside the police station.
The noise subsided.
It was like the transition from morning to noon at a market.
