Forensic Pioneer: Ji Yuming

Six years ago, he took her out of the darkness. Six years later, she was a newbie in the forensic department, and he was a laboratory technician in the forensic department. She recognized him at a glance, but he only remembered the faded red rope. When he was 17 years old, Liang Jichu was trapped in the dark. When the door was pushed open, the smell of disinfectant mixed with sandalwood soap came in. A man squatted down and said, "Don't be afraid, I will take you out." She remembered the smell. Twenty-four years old, at the scene of the murder case in West Kowloon, Liang Jichu held the scalpel as calmly as a machine. Gao Yanbo squatted next to the pool of blood, and his white coat had a faint smell of disinfectant. Her fingertips trembled and it was him, but he had already forgotten the girl. He only felt that the faded red string on her wrist looked familiar. Gao Yanbo was thirty-four this year. His wife died of illness. He had only responsibility for her and never loved her. He felt that he was ten years older than her and was widowed and unworthy of her. But Liang Jichu didn't care. She became ill during a power outage but slowly calmed down in his arms. After she was drugged in a bar, she only recognized his voice. She walked towards him again and again: "Gao Yanbo, I don't care about your past." Once he stepped back, she took a step forward, until she was tied into a lightless secret room and her childhood shadow completely exploded. Gao Yanbo, who was always calm and restrained, went crazy. He ran a red light, smashed the door and hugged her tremblingly. He said in the ward with red eyes: "Ah Chu, I love you, I have loved you since a long time ago." She thought he was the light, but in fact she was also his lamp. No matter how bright the neon lights in West Kowloon were, they could not illuminate the lamp he left for her in the master bedroom that would never be turned off. "Yanbo, do you regret marrying me?" "I regret, I regret not marrying you sooner"