The first time Shen Qingyan met Jiang Linchuan was in the defendant's dock in a patent infringement case.
It only took him three minutes to shred her carefully prepared chain of evidence.
"The opposing lawyer seems to have forgotten," the man rapped his knuckles on the code, "the law only protects sober people."
The moment the gavel fell, she could clearly see the lines on his cufflinks - they were vortices devouring evidence.
That night, the legal aid center sent a new case file: a photo of a woman who had been subjected to domestic violence huddled like an unhealed wound.
Best friend Su Wenyan handed over hot tea: "How does it feel to lose to the whirlpool?"
Shen Qingyan's fingertips traced the bruised corners of the woman's eyes in the photo: "Next time I will freeze the vortex into ice."
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking