Late that night, he knocked on my door, trembling all over, and grabbed my wrist: "Help me hide for a few days."
I should have called the police. But I didn't move.
Because I saw the wound on his waist was still bleeding.
My best friend Bi Shengnan is a criminal police officer, and she came to my door the next day. She stood in my living room, looked at me around, and finally said, "Call me if you need anything."
She asked nothing. But I know she knows everything.
One is someone I loved.
One is the person who understands me best.
The two of them stand on opposite sides of my life, separated by an invisible river.
Until my mother died, she left a name.
Until I found out that they both knew that name.
I started checking.
The deeper I looked, the more frightened I became.
Because the truth is hidden beside me.
