In early April, the night breeze was slightly chilly. Lv Zhong, carrying a plastic bag of brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, arrived at the Wenhan Flower Garden as usual, ready to give Mu Qiongfang her acupuncture treatment first.
Upon reaching the No. 101 Garage of Block B, Lv Zhong found that the iron door of the garage rented by Mu Qiongfang was seemingly closed. Surprised, Lv Zhong knocked on it.
