Seven years ago, he was the boy at the alley entrance who shielded her from wind and rain.
Seven years later, he was the commander she "killed" on the training ground.
In Fang Yunzuo's twenty-one years of life, the name Lin Yanzhi has been both sugar and a knife.
He was the piece of milk candy he secretly slipped her when they were childhood sweethearts, and the cold silhouette of his back as he decisively left after her family fell apart.
She did everything she could to follow him into the police academy, only to announce with an ambush the very first time they met again: I'm no longer the girl who needs you to protect her.
Lin Yanzhi never expected to run into Fang Yunzuo on the training ground.
Still less did he expect that the girl who once curled into a tiny ball with menstrual cramps, needing his clumsy care, could now hold a gun steadily to his forehead.
"You're dead," she said.
In that moment, he clearly heard the crack in a corner of his heart that had been frozen for seven years.
