In 1997, the night when Hong Kong returned to China.
Zhou Zhao met a young man in a white shirt in a dilapidated video hall in Pengcheng.
"My name is Cheng Sui'an," he said, "Sui'an, who is safe and sound every year."
Later, Zhou Zhao found out that the name was fake, the identity was fake, and even the secrets hidden in those seemingly clear eyes were poisoned.
But he still plunged in without hesitation, like a moth flying towards a fire called "deception".
The boy left without saying goodbye, leaving behind a videotape and an unspoken word.
Ten years later, Zhou Zhao became the coldest partner of a law firm in Central, Hong Kong.
Cheng Suian—no, he should be called Liang Wenheng—pushed open the door of his office and handed over a business card with a smile:
"Lawyer Zhou, I want to hire you to fight a lawsuit for me."
Cause of action: inheritance.
Party: Liang Wenheng.
Spouse column: Zhou Zhao (deceased).
"When you married me with a false identity, didn't you think about this day?"
Every word he answered was like a knife dipped in honey, piercing the softest part of Zhou Zhao's heart.
Outside the window, the lights of Victoria Harbor are reflecting the old dream of half a century ago.
The surface is gentle, but in reality it is paranoid and aggressive × Rebellious and cold, but it has repeatedly broken the defense
Reunion / Substitute Literature / Identity Mystery / Hong Kong Style Suspense
HE, sad but happy ending
"He built a city for me with a lie, and I am willing to be his only prisoner in this lonely city."
Intention: Waiting is not for reunion, but because it cannot be stopped. Reunion is not for forgiveness, but because we never left