Considering Tang Xiaoquan's mental state, Xu Renjie abandoned the idea of immediately discussing the journey to JZ county shelter.
Accompanied by Wei Yang, Tang Xiaoquan returned to his bedroom.
After a simple wash, the exhausted Tang Xiaoquan collapsed onto his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The late autumn night wind was still bitterly cold, and Tang Xiaoquan had just bathed. Yet, his heavy thoughts left him no room to feel the chilly wind, for his heart was already cold.
After lying still for a while, Tang Xiaoquan absentmindedly took out a candle from the bedside table. Lighting it, he retrieved the notebook he always carried in his pants pocket, and soon a slightly yellowed old photograph surfaced in his gaze.
The candlelight flickered like ghostly flames, casting a dim glow, resembling a dark rose—mysterious and alluring.
Tang Xiaoquan fixated on the figures in the photograph, his steady heartbeat giving him a semblance of life.
