Turning his head to the right, he saw the familiar gate, and beside the gate hung the sign he had kissed many times during the day.
Behind him, footsteps sounded.
Li Sanjiang looked back and saw a petite figure slowly emerging from the shadows, carrying immense resentment.
Without hesitation, Li Sanjiang ran straight into the police station.
The girl stood outside the police station, her expression filled with spite, mouth opening and closing.
The first night he dreamt, he heard the threatening voice loud and clear; she wanted him dead; when he dozed off on the tractor, her voice became muffled.
And now,
All he could do was watch her little mouth incessantly open and close, and though he couldn't hear a thing, she was probably cursing filthily.
"Hehe."
Li Sanjiang chuckled, then lay down on his own accord.
If he encountered someone with whom he could reason, he wouldn't mind losing face to beg or speak softly, and wouldn't even mind kneeling and kowtowing if needed.
