Lin Fei, whose father is a serving prisoner and whose mother abandoned him early, has been burdened with the infamy of being the descendant of a murderer in the town since he was a child. Until I met him, Duan Chengjing, he was impartial and entered Lin Fei's life at just the right time. It led her to experience joy and sweetness, and became the light that redeemed her. It was just an accident that changed the joy in the young man's eyes, and also changed Lin Fei's vision and fantasy for the future. "My name is Lin Fei, which is interpreted as wrong in ancient texts." "Your name is Lin Fei, a very special Fei." The young man's eyes were shining with stars, and Lin Fei was intoxicated by the sight.
"Lin Fei, do you have the heart?" He looked at the man in suit and leather shoes in front of him.
"Duan Chengjing, I probably don't have one," he looked at the man's leaving figure.
Lin Fei muttered "I'm sorry" between his lips and teeth. . . . .
