The moon was suspended high, its soft silver light spreading across the ground, veiling Modu in a hazy, light gauze.
The neon lights on the street were exceptionally bright, weaving a colorful tapestry of light and shadow. The green plants inside the police station swayed gently in the breeze, rustling softly, carrying the unique freshness of the night mingled with a hint of coolness that brushed Lin Chuan's face.
Lin Chuan wore a simple, thin white shirt; however, being in the prime of his youth, he didn't feel the chill at all. On the contrary, he found the night breeze refreshing, with the faint scent of gardenia flowers infiltrating his nostrils.
The outside air was indeed much better than that inside the interrogation room.
That was Lin Chuan's thought.
"Bro, you're finally out."
Upon seeing Lin Chuan come out, Old Bai breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Chuan was able to be released, and he had played a part in it.
