In her dreams, Ji Yangyang has described the appearance of meeting Lu Chao countless times - maybe it was the push of the door of the corner coffee shop, maybe it was the look at each other through the noisy crowd at the class reunion, maybe even the awkwardness of holding an umbrella together on a rainy day... But he never thought that the first meeting between the two after a long separation would be in such a scene.
In the cold interrogation room of the Customs Anti-Smuggling Bureau, the light of incandescent lamps shone on Lu Chao. He was wearing a crisp navy blue uniform, his epaulettes glowing coldly in the dark, and he was sitting upright at the table. On the interrogation table opposite, a questionnaire was spread out, the corners neatly pressed.
"Name?" His voice was much deeper than in memory, with a businesslike detachment and no hint of familiarity.
Ji Yangyang clenched his fingers tightly, pressed his fingertips against the cold edge of the table, and replied in a low voice: "Ji Yangyang."
"Unit?"
"Shihuan Electronics Co., Ltd."
"Profession?"
"Trade Responsible."
Every question and answer was like a step-by-step procedure, dry, and it made her eardrums tighten. Ji Yangyang lowered her eyes, staring at a speck of dust on the toes of her shoes, wishing she could disappear into thin air at this moment - this reunion was so absurd and embarrassing that she just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in and die completely in front of him.
