The deep dark and hollow night was persistent with rain, the murky ground washed clean by the rainwater, erasing the night's ferocity.
Tang Si wore his training uniform, one hand in his pocket, the other holding an umbrella as he walked towards the field, the wind carrying heavy rain rushing towards him, with a bone-chilling cold.
This unstable rainy night made people feel anxious and confused at heart.
The team leader, in his thirties, was a steady man, watching Tang Si: "Take a flashlight."
Tang Si took the flashlight from him with the hand in his pocket, smiling lightly, "The team leader is always so meticulous."
The team leader didn't respond, his heart still worried about the missing boy.
The two walked side by side, yet their backs gave off different vibes; both were tall and upright, but Tang Si's silhouette seemed free and easy.
He was someone who could provide a sense of security. No matter how urgent the situation, his presence alone was enough to reassure people.
