Instructor, Your Plan Has Been Revealed.

In the scorching September sun, Su Wanxing fainted due to hypoglycemia at the Beijing University military training field and ran into the arms of the cold-faced instructor He Lin. "Squeamish!" She was reprimanded in public, making her the laughing stock of the whole school. But no one knew that a cup of warm brown sugar water would always appear by her bedside late at night. Best friend Lin You was horrified: "Wanxing! He Yan Wang looks at you as if he wants to eat you alive!" Su Wanxing went against the grain and secretly recorded his harsh lectures as a wake-up call. Until He Lin was blocked in the dark equipment room, his hot breath sprayed on the ears: "Su Wanxing, are you looking for death?" There was a heavy rain and a sudden flash flood. Su Wanxing lost his footing and fell down a dangerous cliff. Before her consciousness sank, she heard the ever-calm and self-possessed voice, the desperate roar that ripped apart her lungs. When he woke up, beside the hospital bed, the man's bloodshot eyes were filled with bottomless pain and the fragility of being lost and recovered. He squeezed her hand tightly and whispered hoarsely: "Ten years ago, your father gave his life in exchange for my survival... Su Wanxing, now it's my turn." In the corner of the ward, the military doctor quietly locked the drawer. Inside was a yellowed old case file with a shocking title: "On X, month, X, the murder case of Peking University professor Su Mingzhe."