"Yi An, I have loved you since I was seventeen years old until I turned gray-haired."
The heavy rain burned down the seven-year-old's home, and the police badge was burned in the palm of his hand. It was a hatred engraved in his bones and blood, and it was also a thought that he dared not express in his mouth. From the love that grew up secretly in high school, to the separation in the police academy, to the reunion after a thousand years at the art exhibition, their love has always bloomed in the bloody thorns of the anti-drug storm.
Blood-stained sunflowers and wordless tombstones, Song Qinghan spent his whole life watching to fulfill the vow of love that started at the age of seventeen and will never fade.
Purpose: No step back from drug control