"Fancy a stroll?" Li Qiao said, wanting to catch some fresh air after finishing his drink.
Qin Jin: "Let's go!"
On a moonlit night after the start of autumn, a gentle breeze blew, and the sound of rustling reeds filled the air.
Li Qiao casually found a spot to sit and enjoyed the coolness the wind brought with it.
Qin Jin silently lit a mosquito-repelling incense.
The faint scent lingered under his nose, and Li Qiao, taking a light sniff, turned around to glance at the smoldering incense and laughed, "You're so thoughtful. When did you put the incense there?"
"Before we left," Qin Jin replied. "Have you gone back to the village? Did your dad cause you any trouble?" He had always heard her talk about handling cases in the city and had forgotten to ask about this.
Feng Fugui mentioned that Li Shengcai had been squatting at his doorstep during the day, asking everyone he saw for news about Qiaoqiao.
