Piece by Piece

October 18, 20XX (Friday)

Xue Manor

After more than an hour standing behind the door, Zhao Yang could not take listening to her sobs and knocked, "Mei Li, will you let me in?"

Mei Li debated whether she should; her thoughts were still in disarray. Yang knocked again, louder and harder than before. She got up and allowed him to enter, knowing how stubborn he is.

Yang's eyes did not leave her person even for a millisecond as he sat himself down. He pulled her to sit on his lap and wrapped his arms like a bear's hug around her. He murmured in her ears, "Do you need to ask any more questions?"

Tensing at his words, Mei Li began to process all the information she had gotten and reviewed it. She knew she had questions; the problem was which to ask first. After a while, she asked, "This terrorist group, are they dangerous?"