"When I tear open the sky's dusk and dawn of half a mile, the three-foot blue light spins and cleanses the smoke and dust~"
Ren Suo mumbled, wiped the drool at the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously reached for his phone, feeling a sting in his palm that jolted him more awake.
He picked up his phone and checked the caller ID, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes. He answered the call, "Hello? Why are you calling now?"
Li Qingxuan on the other end of the line said, "Aren't you awake yet? It's almost noon. Weren't you injured?"
"Well, men do tend to stay up late thirty-some days a month ... How did you know I was injured?" Ren Suo asked, surprised.
"We're in the same department, aren't we?" Li Qingxuan laughed. "You're in Tactical Team Three, and I'm in Tactical Team Six!"
