On the day when the soap scent disappeared from the studio, Han Yuan walked into the dusk and never came back.
Later, when it rained in Wushan and I was in the interrogation room, I realized what was hidden in her last eyes.
It turns out that the confession I handed out was never a heartbeat, but a reminder.
The rain fell all night.
Buried in the soil of Wushan are belated love and belated sins that I dare not admit.
Concept: Urban suspense