Snowflakes fell all over his shoulders, and his body temperature was drawn away bit by bit, like the only heat left in his life. The last thing he felt before he lost consciousness was his frozen fingertips and the hollow whimpering after his heart was torn apart. He is a mouse trapped in the deepest part of a dank ditch, quietly waiting to drown after losing the last piece of driftwood.
Until a pair of hands, with unquestionable strength and warmth, picked him up from the icy snow.
Yiwenmu's appearance was like an overly bright light that suddenly pierced Lin Po Yongye's world. He wears the sharpness of a police badge, but wears a funny rabbit headband; his words are as hearty as summer soda, but he handles cases with the focus and acumen of a falcon. He involuntarily broke into Lin Bo's black and white life, bringing hot food, trivial sharing, and that fateful promise:
"I'll take the case."
"Don't be afraid, I will be with you in the future."
The truth comes to light as another girl's twisted jealousy and dirty dealings come to light, but stitching together a broken heart requires more patience than solving the mystery. Yiwenmu seemed to have endless energy. He surrounded Lin Pao with an almost clumsy and persistent warmth, dispelling the cold and filling the void.
Lin Fu greedily absorbed this warmth, just like a dying person thirsting for oxygen. He was a moth accustomed to darkness, clumsily and without hesitation, wanting to pounce on the sun that suddenly came. He used the only way he was good at to compose a song that could only be heard by one person, out of the gratitude and throbbing that could not be expressed in words.
And Yi Wenmu, this person who seems to have all the brilliance, may have never met such a person before - as fragile as glass, but as stubborn as rock; so quiet that he is almost invisible, but can use the most straightforward melody to make his heart feel hot.
Two souls who seemed to come from different star trajectories unexpectedly met on the ruins of tragedy. One is the deep fall after despair and dependence, and the other is the protection after being moved by pity.
They thought that uncovering the truth was the end of the story, but they never thought that it was just the prelude to another more turbulent destiny.
When dependence breeds love, when protection turns into possession, when the sun tries to feed a moth, and the moth is willing to burn itself in the flames...
Those quietly laid foreshadowings will eventually give them an unbearable sunset in the most tragic way one day in the future.
This is a story about salvation and dependence, love and paranoia, light and shadow.
Now, let's go back to where it all started - that heavy snowfall, that fainting, and those hands that pulled him back to the world from the cold hell.
Intention: Let two separated people meet again in the form of if line