"What are you looking at?" She looked over as well.
There was a row of black benches in the corner of the police station. A young, lean man was sitting upright in the corner. He was watching the television above him, and his side profile accentuated his sharp features. His jawline was perfect, and he was wearing a white tracksuit. His glow seemed out of place in a dingy place like the police station.
Nian Xi was shocked. She swallowed the pancake in her mouth and her lips hung slightly apart. "He…"
"Nian Xi, you are finally here," a policewoman, Chen Shunhua, said. "Someone brought him here. Apparently, he asked one our colleagues to bring him here when he saw him on patrol duty. I think he is mute. He doesn't respond to any of us. I thought he might be deaf, too, but Brother Zhou said that he might be looking for you."
"For…for me?" Nian Xi had an uneasy feeling about this.
