"Lu Lin, a person like me should rot in the mud, why should you..."
"Shut up! Even if you are mud, I will take you out and wash you clean!"
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Everyone said that Shen Jin in the archives was a beautiful piece of trash.
Until the commendation wall of the Anti-drug Hall, his dusty, young and sharp photo is juxtaposed with the new generation of heroes and models.
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He thought that his return was a lonely sacrifice, rushing into a fatal snowstorm.
But there were people who tore open the fog, stepped on the ice fields, and insisted on carrying the collapsed sky on their shoulders.
"I lost you five years ago," Lu Lin's kiss fell on his scar, hot, "This time, the gun will point east, and I will never go west."
[Looks like a loser but is actually a beautiful and powerful undercover officer who is attacked by a captain with a hard mouth and a soft heart but a powerful action force]
——This is a rush to redeem each other in the ice and snow, and to rekindle the flames in the ashes.
Intention: Keep trying