I am a top female lawyer who specializes in criminal cases.
Lu Chen is a poor boy who I have supported for seven years. I sent him to the best law school, taught him step by step how to write pleadings, and sent his review notes of all my cases to his email - I thought, after he graduates, we will get married.
His first independent court appearance since graduation.
Sit at the defense table and help my stepsister sue me for abuse.
In court, he read out the indictment, word for word. I sat in the gallery and watched him use all the techniques I taught him to attack me.
In my stepsister's evidence package, there are seven handwritten letters I wrote to him when I was in college.
Each letter ends with "We will get married when you graduate."
He submitted it to the court in full as evidence of my "emotional control."
I lost that one. Lost the lawsuit, lost the qualification to practice, lost everything I thought I was sure of in the past seven years.
He didn't explain. I didn't ask either.
I moved to an island and opened a small legal consulting firm.
He caught up with him three months later. After standing all night in the heavy rain, he was soaked in the rain. He took out a bag of warm buns from his arms and said, "You used to forget to have breakfast before the court session."
Then he put a letter in the mailbox at my door every day.
Not a love letter. It's a diary.
Letter 15: "I won the case today. I was the first to tell you when I won the case before, and I am the same today."
Letter 60: "I'm back to Yingke. Sitting at your old workstation, the leaves of the ginkgo tree outside the window have turned yellow."
Letter 125: A silver ring fell out of the envelope, with "S&L" engraved on the inside.
He said he was going to give it to me on his graduation day.
He said he thought
