When the cold handcuffs clasped his wrists, the coolness of the metal penetrated along the skin and penetrated into the bone seams. The rust of the shotgun mixed with the smell of rain-soaked earth, like a jerky old key, suddenly pried open Chen Nian's dusty memories of thirteen years.
When she was fourteen years old, she was still a lingering shadow in the garbage dump, covered with the rancid smell that could not be washed away, until policeman Chen Jianguo and teacher Lin Rou reached out to her - the braised pork stewed in the thermos bucket, the little red star circled in the homework book, the sweet fruit candy wrapped in candy paper, and the silver lock engraved with "Peace", piece by piece pieced together the warmest light in her life.
But on the rainy night of his eighteenth birthday, drug dealer Zhou Hu's revenge was like thunder. The fire licked the beams of the old house, and her adoptive parents fell in a pool of blood. She huddled in the closet and watched her happiness being crushed into powder by the flames and violence. "Chen Nian" disappeared with the fireworks, and the only survivors were the avengers who carried the last remaining warmth of the Chen family.
Scrambling on the ground floor, serving dishes in restaurants, carrying bricks on construction sites, smashing the weak with fists in the boxing gym; traveling all over the country, turning her longing into obsession, she finally smelled the scent of prey in Qinghe Town - the black mole on her face and the scar from the tiger's mouth were the only coordinates on her road to revenge. The moment the steel pipe fell and the blade penetrated, seven years of hatred was released, but the hole in my heart was still painfully empty.
The thirteen-year pursuit is an entanglement of revenge and redemption, a tug of darkness and twilight. On the border of crime and punishment, can she regain the gentleness left by her adoptive parents? Under the ashes burned by the fire, is there still a lingering warmth that has never cooled down?
