He had seen his fierce and cold look, and had also touched his hot and broken body.
On the verge of death, Wen Yan, who was covered in blood, held a cigarette carelessly and smiled vaguely in the smell of blood:
"Jiang Lin... In the next life... Find someone cleaner to like..."
Jiang Lin clasped his wrist tightly, his voice hoarse as gravel:
"You haven't settled your account with me in this life!"
The gunfire rang out and everything settled.
A month later, there were two more sentences in Jiang Lin's diary:
##I thought I was hunting for drugs, but I turned out to be hunting for my wife##
##A Yan looks so handsome leaning on my shoulder to deliver information! She is indeed my dear wife##
Intention: Even if you are in the endless hell, if you focus on the light, you can dance in the abyss and be reborn in the brokenness.