Chapter 34 A Strong Immune System

• Zhao Dali's hand had yet to touch the door when there was a 'click', and light out of a small gap between the door and door frame.
• Fu Nianhua was wearing a simple set of off-white pajamas, frowning at him while holding the door handle. He asked, “What's your plan?”
• A lonely night was often a long one. The sound of the wind as it blew past the window sounded like someone singing. It was filled with tales of people crying. Some were drunk, while some were not. Some people looked like they were sober, but they were already drunk.