Qianjiang Shines Clear at Night

Cold-tongued detective captain vs. Soft-spoken and honest forensic doctor The failed closing of the net took away Qiao Yunyue and almost destroyed Xing Zhan. Three months later, Xing Zhan, who was temporarily transferred from the front-line core due to psychological evaluation issues, walked into the Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Brigade with the smoke and silence that could not be washed away. He became colder and taciturn, with bottomless fatigue and pain beneath his sharp eyes. Everyone in the team had heard about him, admired him but were cautious, and privately called him "the moving iceberg" and "the cold-faced King of Hell". Five years later—there's a new guy at the forensic center. Qiao Tingxi dragged her small suitcase and stood in front of the city bureau gate, looking up at the solemn police badge. Her facial features are similar to Qiao Yunyue's, but she has a clearer and more stubborn attitude. When reporting in, her voice was low but clear: "My name is Qiao Tingxi, a forensic intern." When Xing Zhan saw Qiao Tingxi for the first time in the corridor outside the autopsy room, his steps froze for a moment. That familiar yet unfamiliar face was like a thin needle, unexpectedly piercing the most festering wound in his heart. He glanced at her coldly without stopping. When he passed her, he only left a warning without any warmth: "This is not a place to play house." Qiao Tingxi pursed her lips and looked at his upright but unusually lonely back with complicated eyes. "You shouldn't be a police officer" "This is my promise to my sister" Let's see how the two of them follow each other in case after case, as the morning light breaks and the night recedes!