C140 Dead Infant

I immediately nodded my head in agreement. That gust of wind was a bone-piercing cold wind to me, but in the eyes of Tan Li, that gust of wind was more like a cold wind.

The next day, when I went to the squad, I was distracted and kept thinking about the pictures I had seen the night before.

The pictures, each one a fragment of a baby, were more shocking than the last