Those few days.
Leh Ying was essentially in a state of confusion, feeling something between sour and sweet in the air that words just couldn't describe.
Staying late at the school studio, she wasn't afraid of returning to an empty apartment, nor was she scared that some villain might pop up to rob her or troubled by the occasional sirens that pierced the night.
She firmly believed that despite warning Fohu, Mr. Xu definitely had bodyguards protecting her on this route.
After midnight, it was the Chicago Juneteenth Taboo Day.
Overwhelming news coverage filled the skies; Fohu was caught, utterly villainous. The Southern District might enjoy a few days of peace, she thought.
She didn't live in the Southern District, but her apartment was close by.
Too lazy to go back, back to eating and sleeping alone.
Unclear whether Mr. Xu had returned to China, they hadn't contacted each other.
On Juneteenth Taboo Day, she celebrated the annual taboo with classmates, drinking some red wine.
