The pace of this book is slow, healing is the main focus, and the detective line is supplementary. There is no intensive refreshing point, and the sweetness is high. People who pursue fast food pleasure and those who control sugar should be cautious.
A flash marriage that started out as absurd became the beginning of healing. There is no hearty feeling, no fast-paced plot impact, just two people with their own pasts, slowly getting closer in the fragrance of tea and sea breeze: he returns with the weight of the case, and she hands over a fruit candy; she guards the dusty memory, and he quietly repairs the stone bridge where she fell into the water. The detective line is an occasional ripple, carrying the shadows of drugs, murders and old cases, but it never overshadows the touch of the two people's fingertips.
The sweetness here may be beyond the standard - from the nicknames "Yun Jiujiu" and "Fang Dundun" to the bowl of hot porridge shared in the late night tea room, even the air is filled with inexorable tenderness. It is more like a dessert that needs to be savored slowly, suitable for people who are willing to wait for the wind to come and the flowers to bloom.
