Gu Ye's nightmares always come with thunder and rain, just like the night that took his comrade's life.
On a stormy night at the guesthouse, Xia Wei sees him standing alone in the rain, his shoulder blades taut as bowstrings beneath his soaked undershirt.
When he finally says, “When the bomb went off, I was only three steps away from him,” Xia Wei's fingertips brush the faint scar on his brow. “Being alive isn't a crime.” As moonlight breaks through the clouds, he takes her by the shoulders for the first time and pulls her into his arms...
