Lin Mo had a severe headache. He was not sick, but worried.
He sat behind the shiny old book table in the back hall of the county government office and looked out the window.
There was no green at all outside the window, only a burnt yellow. The sky was gray, as if it was covered by an invisible layer of dust, and the sun was lazy. The light that came through didn't bring any warmth, only a heat that would dry you out.
There is an earthy smell floating in the air, and there is also a hint of... Rotten smell.
Lin Mo knew in his heart that it was not something rotten, but a person.
"My lord, my lord..."
