Morning Run
The sky had just brightened, and the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon, spilling across the cemetery.
Those wisps of golden light were like soft gauze curtains scattered down from heaven.
Slowly draping this place, filled with grief and silence, in a faint radiance.
The morning mist had yet to fully disperse. Bathed in sunlight, it wound between the gravestones like a veil of sheer silk.
Shen Wuxiao reached out and took the offerings his subordinate had brought.
He picked up a stack of yellow paper money, squeezed it lightly, then casually tossed it into the air!
It scattered everywhere.
Sheet after sheet after sheet drifted down.
Shen Wuxiao gave him one last look and smiled. "This place is pretty nice. The scenery isn't bad either!"
With that, he turned and left.
Shen Wuxiao's subordinates were much the same as him.
They held more or less some respect for Su Ziming.
After glancing in that direction, they followed Shen Wuxiao away.
Other than the people left behind to handle matters, everyone else departed.
Su Ziming's life had been like a lone leaf drifting through a violent gale, forever unable to find a true place to call home.
Just like his code name, Lone Wolf.
Yet after finding a home, it had turned into betrayal instead.
Unfortunately, that was not his script.
Unable to completely change, his life had been destined for tragedy.
However, all of that was past tense.
His life had already come to an end. Even if it had not been perfect, it had still reached its final full stop.
Shen Wuxiao left Yong'an Funeral Home.
Sunrise in the East; a new day had begun.
He went straight back to the villa.
He had gotten up too early, so he was going back