The Fire Meets the Cold

[The unruly and crazy blaster Nian Xia's attack × the cold and broken fire investigator Nian Shangshou | 5-year age difference | Hate the sea of love | Sour pull | Two-way redemption HE] Ten years ago, an explosion and fire burned in a bonded warehouse on the outskirts of the city for three days and nights. Fire brigade captain Su's father was buried in the flames, leaving only an unspoken apology to his daughter Su Yanling, and a name nailed to the pillar of shame - Lu's father, the blasting supervisor who was officially confirmed as the main culprit of the explosion, set fire to destroy the evidence and then committed suicide in fear of crime. It was also this fire that completely burned Lu Chengye's life to ashes. She went from a favored daughter of heaven to a "murderer's daughter" that was reviled by everyone. She clutched the half-burned and deformed work badge left by her father and crawled in the mud for ten years. She became the "Crazy Man" in the industry - the only top blaster in the country who could perfectly replicate the technique of the explosion. Ten years later, serial bombings swept across the city. The methods of committing the crimes were exactly the same as those of the tragedy ten years ago. The traces on the scene were strange and the police were helpless. Su Yanling, a top fire trace investigator known as the "Fire Scene Judge", was appointed at the critical moment, and the only condition she set for handling the case was to forcibly summon Lu Chengye to join the team to assist. Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. On the charred ruins of the explosion site, Lu Chengye held an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Su Yanling, who was squatting in the ashes, wearing a white protective suit stained with black ash. He spoke with a tempered sarcasm: "Gong Su asked the murderer's daughter to investigate the case. Aren't you afraid that I will blow up this bit of evidence to nothing?" Su Yanling raised his eyes coldly, his eyes as cold as a deep pool, and replied with only four words: "Either work or get out." They are natural rivals, enemies engraved in their bones and blood, but they are forcibly bound to the same line of life and death. They eat and live together 24 hours a day, side by side on the edge of the sea of ​​fire, and deal with the explosion scene. Lu Chengye kept talking about "the enemy's daughter", making things difficult for him at every step, and making every sentence thorny. But when Su Yanling smelled the smell of gasoline and coughed in excitement, he would instantly put out the cigarette in his hand, turn around and run to the corridor to chew three chewing gums to disperse the smell of smoke. At the moment when the explosion hit, he would protect Su Yanling tightly without even thinking, using his back to block all the flying debris. Su Yanling set up defenses against Lu Chengye and drew all boundaries, but in the dark and suffocating fire scene, he only believed the voice from her walkie-talkie; when she was seriously injured and unconscious, he put down all his pride and guarded her for three days and three nights, treating her wounds with trembling fingertips, and his eyes were red; on a rainstorm night, he waited all night in the downstairs of her company in the heavy rain, getting soaked to the skin, just to say "I believe in you." Hate is real. After ten years of blood feud, the two lives are engraved in our lives as irreconcilable. Cuteness is also true. In the temptation at the edge of the sea of ​​fire, in the tacit understanding of life and death, and in every duplicitous defense, the growing love has already overshadowed the deep-seated hatred. They met in ashes, moved in hatred, each time they got close was accompanied by heartache, and each hug was accompanied by self-condemnation. It wasn't until the truth that had been sealed for ten years was peeled away, that they finally saw clearly—— It turns out that they were never enemies, just two poor people trapped in the same fire. It turns out that the end of the boundless sea of ​​hatred is never about both sides suffering, but the embrace of each other. The original unruly embers will eventually meet the cold chill; they will eventually bloom the most perfect flowers belonging to each other in the burned out ashes. Intention:.