Perhaps it was because Mid-Autumn Festival was nearing, the moon tonight was unusually bright, large, and full.
After such a chaotic day, Yan Qing's heart bore too much unspeakable pressure and agony. As she stepped out of the oppressive police station building, she looked up at the moon and took a deep breath, finally exhaling the foul air that had been trapped in her lungs for too long.
The very next second, Yan Zhongshan grabbed the collar of her shirt and, like he was apprehending a criminal, disrespected her by dragging her down the steps in front of the police station and throwing her to the ground.
Yan Qing's arm was seriously injured, and it couldn't withstand such rough treatment. She hugged her arm in fear and turned her back to Yan Zhongshan only to be kicked in the lower back by him.
