"Tell her to come back. Zhang please tell her to come back to me." Song Jia kept weeping and another hour passed by, until she stopped crying. But her eyes were still red and they were sitting at the same place. None of the people have moved from there. The only time Wu Zhang spoke was to make a call to the cops. It wasn't a normal death and looked more like a murder so he decided to call them for investigation.
"It's cold here, let's go inside." Wu Zhang stroked Song Jia's back.
Song Jia nodded and pulled back, only to see Wu Zhang wearing a thin cotton shirt that too inside out. She frowned, "Why are you wearing so less clothes?"
"I forgot." He admitted honestly, scratching his neck feeling a little embarrassed.
