The rain poured down ruthlessly. Li Du had never known that spring rain could be as heavy as this. This was unthinkable in his hometown.
They were drenched by the time both of them reached the first house. He agreed with Rose—there had been no need for her to change into fresh clothes. The Chinese had a saying: The blind lighting candles—a waste of wax.
The lady cop's expression was stoic, as if she didn't feel the cutting winds and ice-like rain. This impressed Li Du. This was a woman on her period!
Unlike Phoenix, spring in Flagstaff was still somewhat chilly. Especially so when it was pouring rain.
Ah Meow had come along with Li Du faithfully. But once the rain touched its fur, it chickened out and jumped into Li Du's bag. Now, just its furry little head could be seen. It refused to go out and freeze.
At the door of the house, Rose took a deep breath. A faint smile appeared on her oval face.
