Long Xia washed the blood from her hands.
It was not the first time she did it, nor would it be the last.
After she finished scrubbing her skin, she went to check on Long Yat-sen. He was seated on an armchair outside the balcony. He stared at nothing, lost in thought; his expression was deep and sombre, letting the frigid wind hit and caresses his face.
Long Xia recalled that Shao Lin was sleeping in a room on the upper level of her apartment. It had been only an hour since they went to get her and settle some things with someone who worked in the police force to cover their tracks.
She remembered how afraid he looked when he went to find her and how peaceful he looked when he had her.
