The day ended without an arrest. As soon as Weijun heard about this, he showed up to the precinct to pick up his wife. He tracked her down to the pier, where she was sitting with her her pants rolled up to her knees, and a bottle of beer in her hand.
"Drowning your sorrows in alcohol detective Liwu." He said, squatting beside her, before plopping down completely and stretching his legs like hers.
His shoulders brushed against hers, and he inhaled deeply. The sea did not smell sweet in the way actors and actresses made it seem in dramas. It smelled like snails, sea gull poop, fish and sea weed. Ever since Old Tai showed up in the city, Weijun had been losing his love for the sea he longed for deeply once upon a time.
