The black Bentley Bentayga returned to the Farmhouse Courtyard, deep into the night.
Chen Lin parked and turned toward the passenger seat.
Ever since leaving the Sanatorium, Qin Churan had been in a daze. Now she stared out the window, her eyes unfocused, lost in thoughts he couldn't guess.
Chen Lin smiled.
"We're here, Captain Qin. Still haven't come back to earth?"
Qin Churan gave an almost imperceptible shudder. She snapped her head around, looking at his handsome, teasing profile with an indescribably complicated expression.
"I... I'm fine."
She fumbled with her seat belt, then pushed the door open and got out.
The cool night breeze brushed her face, finally clearing her tangled thoughts a little.
She followed Chen Lin into the courtyard and then into the cozy two-story house.
Neither spoke along the way.
Back in her room, Qin Churan flopped heavily onto the soft bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Everything that had happened that day kept replaying uncontrollably in her mind, battering the worldview she had always taken pride in.
Methods beyond comprehension.
The power to turn everything upside down with a flick of his hand.
The chief of staff and deputy commander of the Provincial Military District had been like two soulless puppets before him, subject to his every whim.
And with nothing more than a phone call, he had mobilized a thunderous force capable of shaking all of Northlake Province to its foundations.
It was too cruel.
The entire Yicheng police force had fought tooth and nail for over a month, pouring in untold effort. She had nearly lost her own life, yet their eventual results couldn't compare to a single day of his "leisurely stroll."
For the first time, this gifted woman, who had always prided herself on her professional abilities, had tasted