When We Meet Again, Why Fear That We Are Not Imprisoned Yet?

It rained heavily that year, and when I met you in the hazy sky, you were like a light in the dark night, dazzling and bright. Things are different now. I am no longer an anti-narcotics policeman, so I don't need to worry you anymore. The past is no longer the same as today, the gun in my hand is already a cigar, and the name of the underworld is no longer your independent title. Since our meeting was a mistake, let's make it a mistake to the end. Why not be afraid of not being imprisoned yet? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.