Time is like a wild donkey; once it starts running, it doesn't stop.
The dismemberment case on Folk Street was finally resolved on the last day before the Spring Festival.
Forensics Office.
Yang Sen started fiddling with the pig bristle brush again. The small-leafed padauk bracelet that originally cost twenty-eight yuan now seemed to have appreciated in value.
Old Bai hummed an opera tune that Lu Chuan couldn't understand, standing in the winter sun stretching his muscles.
Old Bai would say that as people age, they need to exercise more.
Exercise makes people live longer.
Liu Guodong obviously disagreed, preferring to sip tea from his enamel mug at his desk; that was Old Liu's favorite pastime.
Having already finished cleaning early in the morning, Lu Chuan leaned by the window, tending to the increasingly vibrant flamingo-lily.
The slender stems, like a young lady emerging from the water, swayed in the wind, upright and elegant.
