The residential area Su Zhinian's bungalow mostly consisted of villas and bungalows. There were no apartment complexes to spoil the beautiful view of the city.
The night was still young, but due to the cold weather, the residential area was quiet except for the occasional roaring of wind.
The sub-zero temperature soon froze Song Qingchun throughout. She shivered involuntarily but the cold did help to clear her mind.
Regarding the coincidences that night, since she was unable to come to a conclusion then, she decided to put it on the backburner; eventually, the answer would show itself.
Song Qingchun leaned on the railing, staring at the sole cypress on the patio, and for some reason, her mind wandered to Qin Yinan.
These few days, she had been keeping in constant contact with Qin Yinan over the phone, and he had been recovering well and would return to work tomorrow.
