Wu Xiufan, his mind exhausted from the day's events, stepped out of the palace. The weight of the investigation, the intrigue and deception he had encountered, had taken a toll on him.
As he looked around, his eyes fell upon Alex, standing by the car, his expression calm and serene. A sense of relief washed over Wu Xiufan. He had found a friend, a confidant, someone he could trust.
He quickened his pace, his steps filled with a sense of purpose. He had faced darkness, confronted evil, and emerged victorious. The city, once shrouded in shadows, was beginning to brighten.
As he approached Alex, he noticed the young man's eyes, filled with a mixture of concern and admiration. Alex had been waiting for him, his loyalty unwavering.
"Are you alright?" Alex asked, his voice filled with concern.
Wu Xiufan nodded, a forced smile playing on his lips. "I'm fine," he replied. "Just tired."
