C115 It Was Finally Different

The day Fenng Muxi left the police station was a bad day. The rain outside the house was drizzling. Fenng Yuchu did not go in. He stood outside the police station with a black umbrella in his hand. It was early spring, and he wore a light jacket over a white turtleneck sweater, a navy-blue luxury scarf around his slender neck, and a pair of round gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose