On our wedding night, the groom locked me up with handcuffs
Seventeen years ago, the body of a young boy was buried deep under the playground in a kneeling position. Seventeen years later, the rainy season in Yunchuan washed away it, and also washed away Yang Xiaoye's life stitched together with lies and fear.
He is an antique watch repairman who repairs the most sophisticated machinery, but he cannot repair his own broken memory. The "scales" on his neck burned late at night, the only real pain, reminding him that rainy night that he might have been a demon. He avoided the "eyes of the sky" all over the city and built himself an island without time in the torrent of data.
And Chen Mingyuan, the criminal police captain who holds the "Sky Eye" system, has the fragrance of ink on his wedding invitation. He vowed to personally eradicate the last piece of haze for the city and his love before becoming a groom. He peeled off the cocoon, and all the clues were like tired birds returning to their nests, pointing to the silent man hidden behind the ticking of the clock.
One is a "murderer" who relies on tampering with memory to breathe, and the other is a "hunter" who illuminates all shadows with the light of logic. There should have been no suspense in this chase.
Until Chen Mingyuan discovered that his beloved fiancée smiled strangely at the void late at night. Until the wedding bell was about to ring, he held the pair of handcuffs prepared for the real murderer, stood in front of the altar, and looked at her, who was wearing white gauze and smiling like a flower.
But the real hunter is now gently locking the shackles on the bride's slender wrists.
