C67 Processing scheme

That night, both Leng Qingyi and I did not rest much.

Every time we hear the sirens of a police car downstairs, we lean over the window and look down.

Until the morning of the second day, when I drowsily opened my eyes, Leng Qingyi laid on her stomach and looked out the window.

Seeing that, I blurrily asked Leng Qingyi: "The police did not come to find us, right?"

In the face of my inquiry