Yun Sisi's dirty little hands lifted and fumbled until they touched Yun Mo's cheeks. She gently caressed in a circle, pricked by his short, bristly stubble, yet feeling remarkably safe and warm inside. She shook her head, wanting to say it didn't hurt, but she didn't want to speak; she was so tired, so sleepy, and just wanted to sleep.
Yun Mo took large strides toward the outside of the gazebo, where a fence that read "Under Construction" had long been smashed.
He was about to step out when Chen Ju, already in his seventies, strode over with several subordinates, "Mr. Yun..."
"Leave that man behind to you," Yun Mo glanced back slightly, eyeing the thug who looked over frantically and started to run at the sight of the police.
But in less than a minute, a group of policemen had surrounded the thug and subdued him.
Yun Mo's strides continued down the steps leading to the base of the mountain; he took three steps at a time.