72. Letter from Anna

The rainy season's 10 AM felt like 6 in the morning. The day had just begun to brighten, and it was a bit cold.

After breakfast, the atmosphere in the Detective Agency became as relaxed and lazy as a typical afternoon.

Rainy days always made people feel lethargic, cocooning in bed without moving an inch.

Lu Li only ate half of his meat soup, not letting himself be fully satiated. For less than delightful food, the subtle difference between hunger and not feeling hungry made it taste better.

Who knew that Anna would mistake sugar, left in the kitchen for who knows how long, as salt and put it into the meat soup?

The bag of sea salt that was obviously bought was placed in a very conspicuous spot.

An encounter at the laundry and the food gave the day a bad start, but regardless, the crisis had momentarily passed, allowing some tranquility for now.

Although it was only temporary.