8-6
The sky outside was cloudy and gray. The night cold still lingered in the air, but the town was quickly coming back to life. People were taking out their bikes, and getting into their cars, rushing to go to school and work. The postman was coursing around the street, delivering letters and morning newspapers. From two or three houses away drifted the sounds of drills and hammers, as one of the neighbors was renovating their home. It was a normal, peaceful morning. As if what happened in the mansion was nothing but a bad dream.
Yu Qingyu found his teammates sitting on the back porch, each of them with a cigarette in their hands. Upon that sight, Yu Qingyu was tempted to just turn around on his heel and walk away…
But he was too late. Chu Junsha already noticed him.
"Hey, good morning!" she called out, gesturing for the man to come closer.