Zhilan

Reunion in the ruins of Jiugai: She disappeared for five years, but I found her behind this door Lu Tinglan stood in front of a dusty three-story building. She is the youngest female vice president of Shengheng, and is known in the industry as "The Blade in a Suit." On her wrist, she has been wearing an old watch that doesn't fit in all the year round - the steel band is polished and shiny. It was a gift from Shen Zhiwei when she was twenty years old. "Put express delivery at the door. Leave takeout at the door. Don't knock, I will hear you." The door crack was only ten centimeters open. Lu Tinglan saw the face she had been looking for for five years. One thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven days. She checked every clue, stayed in the other party's hometown for three months, drew hundreds of sketches and locked them in a safe. At this moment, the look in Shen Zhiwei's eyes was not surprise or resentment - it was fear. Like an animal cornered, everything saying: Don't come near me. "You shouldn't have come." Her voice was trembling, "I left you... For your own good." Before she finished speaking, she fell into Lu Tinglan's arms. Unnaturally light, only a handful of bones left. Lu Tinglan knelt on the map, his eyes red. It was the first time that Fang Yuanzhou saw this woman lose her temper. He glanced down at the scattered sketches - there was a design on it that was strikingly similar to the core secret of Sheng Heng's Wenhuali project. The sirens of ambulances sounded from far to near. "I'll take you home." Lu Tinglan said. What she didn't know was that a wall was crumbling in the brain of the person in her arms. On the other side of the wall are memories that have been sealed for five years—operating room lights and cold instruments.