Song Xin silently watched Tang Zheng taking a nap on the lawn and reached out to scratch his cheek, then she couldn't help but smile. She wished this was a dream where she could stay with him forever, never waking up. Unfortunately, neither gods nor Buddha could hear her prayers.
"Engine noise? Looks like the traffic police have arrived." Tang Zheng stood up and peering through the scope, he saw the Hummer convoy had already driven into the small town.
"Let's head back, be careful not to catch a cold." Tang Zheng moved to stand, but suddenly his calf gave out, and he stumbled, nearly falling over.
"What's wrong?" Song Xin was startled and steadied him by the arm.
"I'm fine, probably just too tired, or maybe it's the virus." Tang Zheng felt dizzy and sensed a significant loss of strength as he pushed away Song Xin's hand.
