It was a morning when sunlight streamed through the glass doors of the police station, illuminating the entire long corridor. Then this person, with the light behind him, walked all the way along the corridor from the entrance.
At that moment, Tang Yanqing and Shi Nian had just finished a briefing with the team. As they walked to the desk, they casually looked up, and their gaze met the person walking against the light.
Such a tall and slender figure, such graceful steps, and more importantly, that slightly pale face, those eyes that were as noble and cold as ice.
The two of them exchanged a glance and understood that they both, for a fleeting moment, thought they saw Huangfu Huazhang again.
Tang Yanqing pressed Shi Nian's wrist and stepped forward first: "Why is it you?"
James.
