Zhou Mingzhu wore the same expression of exasperated speechlessness that the teacher Shen Teng had made in her previous life.
The silence in the room was deafening.
Sunlight filtered through the frosted glass embedded in the wooden window frame, and tiny specks of dust danced in the air. Yet, this serene beauty belonged neither to Zhou Mingzhu nor to the middle-aged police officer in his cap.
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