After leaving the police station, the sky had already brightened.
Standing at the entrance of the police station, greeting the morning breeze blowing against his face, Shi Nian suddenly said, "Thank you."
"Oh?" Tang Yanqing raised an eyebrow, "Why are you saying that again?"
Shi Nian shook her head and smiled, but didn't explain.
She thought of Dad again, remembering how she always went to his workplace to play when she was a child. Back then, Dad was still at the grassroots level, and the threshold of the police station or district bureau was not as high as it is now; her playing there didn't really matter much.
Although this was M Country, and the appearance of the police station was quite different from in China, it was still a police station, after all. The atmosphere of justice and solemnity was the same; she had another chance to wander there, as if she'd found the shadow of her childhood again.
