The next day.
Just before dawn.
The atmosphere at the kindergarten entrance was even heavier than the sky about to snow.
Zheng Xiulan paced back and forth at the entrance.
The sound of her shoe soles rubbing against the concrete was unnerving.
Occasionally, she would lift her wrist to glance at the old Shanghai wristwatch.
Sweat trickled down her forehead.
Even though it was the dead of winter.
"Wanyi."
Zheng Xiulan stopped walking and turned to look at the side.
Lin Wan Yi was sitting on a small stool.
Holding a paintbrush in her hand, she was testing colors on a discarded wooden board.
They were new colors.
Red like fire, blue like the sea.
"You still have the mind for this?"
Zheng Xiulan slapped her thigh anxiously.
"Old Li from the reception just said that Liu Meihua, that woman, went to the intersection early in the morning to receive someone."
"I heard that the city bureau's top leader, Director Qian, is coming this time!"
