Qiao Wan's job is to sort out the last belongings left by the deceased.
She never asked questions and never took anything away.
Until that rainy night, she found a photo among an old lady's belongings - the five-year-old girl in the photo was herself who disappeared twenty years ago.
The man standing behind her is the criminal police captain Lu Chen.
He stared at the photo, his voice hoarse: "Qiao Wan, I have been looking for you for this case for many years."
A rabbit with missing ears, a silver lock that does not belong to her, an old watch that moves on its own in the middle of the night... Every relic speaks for the deceased. The sister who had been missing for eleven years in the mental hospital, the girl who "died three times" in the medical record, and the childhood whose price was clearly marked in the live broadcast room - it turned out that she was not an abandoned child, but someone who risked his life to push her out of the fire.
Everyone said that the Army was selfless and the most difficult to get close to.
Only Qiao Wan knew that he would silently wash her dust-stained hands after she finished sorting her belongings; he would say to her in front of the gun - "Don't look back, run to me."
The relics are silent, but there is always someone to finish the words for them.
