The thirteenth dry rose bloomed quietly in the freezer of the funeral home. Shen Zhiyao knew that the murderer had not let her go. The serial crimes she failed to prevent ten years ago are now being restarted with even more cruel rituals. Jiang Yanting took her back to the bloody scene, Lin Xu's toxicology report opened up the dusty truth, Bai Wei's diary pointed to a buried collective silence, and Lu Zhao's letter was like a dull knife, cutting open the past she didn't want to recall. Each rose is a letter, and the thirteenth one has her own name written on it.
