The small grove behind the National Defense University.
The light is dim.
Liu Quan firmly pressed the cigarette butt he held against the trunk.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
He looked at Sun Qian, hesitating slightly.
"Offending Gu Yanshen won't end well for us."
Sun Qian took out a piece of letter paper from her pocket.
She also took out the paper corner with half a sentence written on it, retrieved from the trash bin.
"What's there to fear?"
Sun Qian's voice was cold.
"As long as it's flawlessly done, no one will find out."
She spread the letter paper on her knee and took a pen out of her pocket.
Using the faint light from a distant street lamp, she began to write on the paper.
Liu Quan leaned in to look.
At just one glance, his breath caught.
The stroke, the force, the drawing habit.
Identical to the exemplary work sample Gu Yanshen had posted on the bulletin board.
"You... you can do this?"
