Must Be Wrong
The culprit of the tampering, Mu Yuze, was currently walking out of the police bureau in large strides. The night breeze felt soothing as it caressed his hair. He tightened the jacket around his body, purely because he did not want it to slip off.
When he got near the black Ferrari, he subconsciously halted in his tracks. He had not turned off the car engine when he went down to drop the recorder off and hence, he could easily discern the silhouette of the sleeping He Juan through the window. Mu Yuze could not help but fall in a daze.
This kind of routine was actually very familiar and nostalgic for him. That year, he had no idea how many times he had secretly watched this man when he was sleeping. After all, He Juan had always been very alert, it was like he had a pair of eyes on the back of his head. The only time when Mu Yuze could stare at him to his heart's content without fearing that he would be called out, was only when he was asleep…