[Wit and decisive underground party VS the director of the police department with unforgettable old love]
Summer, sixteenth year of the Republic of China.
My fiancé was arrested and imprisoned, and I went to rescue him before I sold my family property.
The director of the police department was an acquaintance, but he wouldn't accept my money and wouldn't be accommodating and let me go.
He took out a piece of yellowed letter paper, which was filled with the woman's admiration for the man.
"This is what you wrote to me," he said.
I raised my eyebrows and smiled: "What? I'm getting ready to get married for the second time, and you still miss me?"
Note: First person, the story is fictitious and has no original form.
Purpose: To save the nation and survive, everyone is responsible
