There is Moonlight Above the Snow Line

Name: There is Moonlight Above the Snow Line
Author: Jiang Xi Holds The Boat

by Jiang Xi Holds The Boat

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34Kwords8chapters

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Ch. 8 — 终极审判·尘封罪证

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About This Novel

[Under the thorns are her unburied bones; Above the snow line, there is his ever-hanging moonlight. ] Zhu Qiyan's life was split in two at the age of 14. On the night when my mother died tragically, the murderer was the "affectionate father" praised by everyone, but she was the "crazy daughter" that no one believed. Until Xu Mingdu held her bloody hand and said, "I believe you." The young man like the spring breeze became the only moonlight shining into the abyss. But he died in the early morning when she was reporting to the university. With the unfinished dream of teaching, and the phrase "Pray, go see the snow-capped mountains for me." Seven years later, she became a lawyer who specializes in drawing swords for the weak. He was calm and sharp in court, but after court he traveled all over the country with his photos. Until a land dispute case revealed the tip of the iceberg of his father's sins. What was even more caught off guard was that the expert consultant she was forced to cooperate with was Yun Ze'an, the academic god who made her nervous and timid in high school. He was once a silent shadow in her youth. The unsent love letter filled with mathematical formulas ended in tears at Xu Mingdu's funeral. Now that they were reunited, he calmly handed over the evidence, but she saw clearly that on his screen saver was the profile of her seventeen-year-old self with pursed lips. When Zhu Qiyan suddenly realized that he was truly born toward the sun in the desperate situation of the snow line at an altitude of 4,500 meters, it was to crush the darkness with the light of the dead. "I won this battle for you." She burned the verdict in front of Xu Mingdu's grave. When she turned around, Yun Ze'an put on her coat, and between his fingers was the undelivered letter: "Now, can you give me half of the promise of 'looking at the snow-capped mountains for him'?"