Jiang Chen's father died three years ago, and he didn't even go to the funeral.
Three years later, his mother's dialysis arrears amounted to 32,000 yuan, and he could not raise a penny.
Late that night, an anonymous text message lit up his screen——
"Want to know how your father died? Tonight at ten o'clock in the old warehouse by the river. Come alone. Mr. Shen can pay for your mother's dialysis fee."
There he went.
From that night on, he fell into an invisible whirlpool - the ledger left behind by his father, the truth he refused to tell, and the lies everyone told.
The deeper I looked, the darker it got.
Until one day, he saw his name on the last page of the ledger.
When it gets darkest, it's not far from dawn. But some people can't wait until dawn.
