The waters of the Tai River, flowing endlessly onward.
Riding a bike over the bridge, a refreshing breeze quickly blew over, invigorating one's spirit.
Jiang Yuan really liked autumn in Ningtai, when all things were flourishing and the river was at just the right level. The occasional floating corpse that drifted down was more likely the result of accidental deaths or natural disasters, so one didn't always have to think of humanity's depravity and sorrow.
In the courtyard of the Criminal Police Department, there were faces brimming with enthusiasm and smiles. Particularly the old man who looked after the parking lot, who would always beam with joy whenever Jiang Yuan handed him a cigarette.
Huang Qiangmin happened to be taking a walk downstairs when he caught sight of Jiang Yuan and, in an instant, seemed even more excited than Dazhuang.
