Lin Yuan hid his life under a massage table.
Five years ago, the Lin family was wiped out overnight by the Sirius Society. He escaped by chance, changed his name, and wandered around the lower floors of the city for five years. Finally, he hid in a high-end women's club and became a male masseur.
He thought he was hiding it well. Until that day, Qin Meng, the young master of the Sirius Society, walked into the box and put a hunting knife on his neck: "I know your hand."
From that day on, eight relationships that he had never expected, like eight different undercurrents, dragged him back to the center of the whirlpool five years ago - the real estate queen's old shoulder injury, the music department girl's ankle pain, the cold-faced agent of the National Security Bureau, the female doctor who filled in his files, the policewoman he met five years ago when he was taking notes, and the female technology CEO who brought his father's old watch to him to settle the general ledger.
Every meridian they were pushed away by his hands was sending him in one direction - to go back to that winter solstice night five years ago and clean up what should have been done.
Deep in the club, his hands were stained with essential oil, and he was also holding on to all the unfinished truth from that year.
