Summer often brought torrential rain, and dark clouds pressed the sky low.
The muggy air felt like some sticky plankton; anyone who went outside would end up covered in a clammy film.
Feng Ling could not believe that in weather this hot, she still had to head south.
She lowered the air conditioner by two degrees and lay on the sofa watching TV while waiting for Su Yuqing to contact her.
A funeral was being broadcast live on television.
The funeral was being held in Yanjing City, where three Inspectors would be laid to rest in the National Martyr Cemetery.
Ye Zheng's large portrait stood beside those of the other two Inspectors who had died in the Maze.
The site was filled with white flowers and pale green hydrangeas, with deep green pine branches as the base color. It was solemn and beautiful.
Ye Zheng's body could not possibly be in the coffin. It most likely contained clothes she had worn in life, or other items of commemorative value.
Feng Ling saw Su Yuqing appear on camera for a few seconds. He wore black formal attire, with a White Bellflower pinned to his chest, his expression grave.
As the person closest to Ye Zheng, it was only natural for him to attend the funeral.
After that, the cameras showed several family members in succession. Feng Ling did not recognize any of them and had no idea whether Ye Zheng's family was among them.
Just as she was lazily watching the broadcast, the doorbell rang.
Before Feng Ling could say anything, Huangfu Miaomiao eagerly ran off to answer the door.
Feng Ling turned to look outside and saw Su Yuqing entering through the metal gate with two people, heading toward the Sales Office. She recognized both their faces, but had completely