Jiang Yan's rubber dinghy stopped about a kilometer away from Shallow Bay.
The raindrops grew larger, and visibility around visibly decreased significantly.
As usual, she took out her telescope for a quick look.
At the stairwell window of the 16th floor, people crowded with buckets and bags of rice in their hands.
Apparently, they had been leaning out the window for quite some time; everyone's hair and clothes were soaking wet.
There were also two boys, around eleven or twelve years old, with dark, thin faces tinted with highland red—probably from the cold.
In the water outside the window and around the building, originally leaning toward the street, there were specks of people everywhere.
Only those people were wearing life jackets and tires, and some wore nothing at all, baring their arms and legs to the cold water and garbage without care.
There were those acting alone.
