Synopsis
The noise from the crowd hit Gou An like a wall — too many voices, all at once, all familiar. She started to raise her hands toward her ears. At the front of the crowd, one person hadn't said a word. Tall, perfectly put together, looking down at everyone from somewhere just slightly above being human. Eyes like cold storage. He glanced toward Gou An's handcuff-chafed wrists, showed no reaction, then tilted his chin in her direction and told the officers behind him, completely flat: "What are you standing around for? Take her." … … A week after her cat…
