Lin Zhixia faked his death to escape and hid in Paris for three years.
He thought everything was over, until a secret forced him to return home.
At the Shanghai Airport, he was wearing a mask and mingling with the crowd, and a voice sounded behind him——
"Lin Zhixia."
The man was standing five meters away in a black suit, his eyes cutting like a dull knife.
Gu Chenzhou, the last enemy in his previous life, the person he least wanted to see in this life.
He shouldn't have recognized himself. Everyone had identified the body in the morgue three years ago. The ID card, DNA report, death certificate - every link was fake. He did it very cleanly.
But Gu Chenzhou's eyes didn't look like he was gambling.
That look clearly said: I know it's you. I've been waiting for you to come back.
