Wen Qiao took a look at the calendar on her desk. June 24th was circled, which was the day after tomorrow, that —,Su Yun grabbed, "This is a day-overdue sandwich with beef. The supermarket owner let me bring it back. You haven't had dinner yet, have you We'll just eat this in a bit.",The taxi sped down the road, rain splattering across the windows. A Cantonese song played softly inside the car, but Wen Qiao was too anxious to enjoy it; she wished she could fly there herself.。