Daya Bay was not a bay; once there was a river bend here, but the water has dwindled to a mere trickle nowadays. It's over thirty kilometers away from the city center, considered a small town, and although slightly out of the way, it's not too desolate.
Li Yifei and his team's warehouse was still some distance from the town, a twenty-minute walk away, and beyond the town there was a narrow road leading to the warehouse, appearing even darker.
Not a soul could be heard on this road, nor was there any street lighting, but tonight the moon was full, as though it had just passed the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar; it was actually the seventeenth, so the moon was still very bright, which made it possible to make out the path ahead.
He thought back to the day he met He Fangqing in the bar, which happened to be on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, a time for family reunions. Yet He Fangqing was divorcing her husband—no wonder she had gotten so drunk that day.
