[Four male leads + ensemble cast + mutual healing]
The night rain in Duhai City was like black cloth being cut open, cold light seeping endlessly through the gaps.
“ He” stood by the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time.
A moment later,
he silenced his phone, stood up, and put on his trench coat. The air after the rain stopped carried a hint of soft metallic scent, like an old key freshly polished. He turned to close the door, then suddenly noticed that someone had flipped the wooden plaque on the wall around.
On the back of the Lost Property Office sign was a line of tiny words he had carved there himself, a motto known only to him:
“Not every wrong turn is a bad thing.”
He reached out and turned the plaque back. With a soft click, the wood settled into place beneath his fingertips.
The case begins.
