When the scalpel cuts through the cold flesh, Jiang Xiyao has long been accustomed to measuring life and death with reason. As a forensic doctor, her world only contained evidence, scars and silent truths, until Gu Moqing burst in with the smell of gunpowder smoke - he was a drug police officer walking on the edge of darkness, with danger in the barrel, but light for her in his eyes.
Their love was born in the gap between police lights and disinfectant: he went to her for a hot meal after a hail of bullets, and she waited for him to say okay at the autopsy table; he changed the seized drug money into a plain ring and hid it in his pocket, and she hid the warmth in the autopsy report between the lines. They both live on the edge of a knife, but they desperately want to build a stable city for each other. They agree to receive the certificate when the smoke clears and embrace each other when the case is over.
But there is no "forever" in the narcotics police's dictionary, and the forensic scalpel cannot cut through the shackles of fate. When an urgent autopsy report was delivered to Jiang Xiyao, the faces in the photo were so familiar that her hands trembled; when Gu Moqing performed his last mission, he still had a ring in his pocket that he had not had time to give away.
The smell of disinfectant finally overcame the smoke of fireworks, and only ashes remained after the smoke cleared. She put down the scalpel in front of his tombstone and realized that some love is destined to burn out from the beginning - he used his life to protect the light of the world, but left her in the eternal night without him.
