The moon finished its shift, and as the sun rose, the thoughts I'd been evading in the night came flooding back.
Lin Nianhe had dreamed all night of being both the real and the fake Lin Nianhe, as well as the mistress in an affair, leaving her exhausted in both body and soul.
She lingered in bed with her blanket for a while before getting up, having a bowl of porridge, and then taking out a sheet of waxed paper, wrapping up three jin of pork jerky.
Stuffing one hundred and eighty yuan into an envelope, Lin Nianhe placed both the wax paper package and the envelope back into the cloth pocket she had emptied the night before and headed out the door.
Having a bicycle was indeed convenient. She figured she could make it to the police station before Su Yuncheng started work, without delaying him.
As for what was on her mind... Lin Nianhe decided that no matter what, she had to get an answer.
