Bian Tou woke up and opened the French doors leading to the balcony. He stretched, breathing in the fresh air.
He looked up at the sun with worry in his eyes.
He held a memory card in his hand. Ever since he saved the list on this card, he had been waiting for a chance to pass the card to his contact. Suspicions were rising and he was among those suspected.
He was now being closely watched. He knew he was bugged and watched at all hours, so he tried his best to hide his anxiousness.
A soft body nestled against his.
"What are you thinking about?" the woman hugging him from behind asked. She was pretty in a sweet, obedient way.
"I'm thinking about when I'll get a job again now that my wounds have healed ."
"You need to rest more. " The women said in a concerned tone.
