"You weren't like this before."
Shen Chiheng's voice caught up from behind.
Li Heyuan didn't stop. He continued to walk forward, neither fast nor slow, but he didn't stop.
He walked a few steps and said in his heart: You were never like this before. He didn't say it.
Four months ago, he was behind the crack of the door of the woodshed and watched the hairpin roll into a pool of blood, turn over twice, and then stop. He had saved up three months' worth of money to buy that hairpin, and she wore it every day for four months.
Four months later, he stood under the stone steps of Zichen Hall wearing a crimson official robe and became the youngest Shaoqing of Dali Temple. He wanted to overturn the case and find out what happened to the Li family alone.
But when Shen Chiheng came, he stood next to Li Heyuan, following him wherever he went, and always arguing when they met.
Good news: He was finally able to overturn the verdict
Bad news: Shen Chiheng has no plans to let him go
The censor who can't get rid of the dog-skin plaster × The lingering Shaoqing who can't run away
bl Reunion HE Strong alliance Ancient style conspiracy Suspense investigation Group portrait passion Growth Growth Feelings of family and country
Intention: Under the power and intrigue, do not lose your true heart, and walk with you in troubled times