Autumn 1991
A murder shocked the whole city: the founder of "Rongsheng Charity" died tragically at home, and his only son He Zhou was accused of being the murderer. As soon as the news appeared on the front page of the newspaper, it caused an uproar.
The secrets of wealthy families and the suspicion of parricide suddenly became the most terrifying topics of conversation on the streets.
Before He Zhou was arrested and imprisoned, he held a press conference to disclose all the details to the public.
In the waiting hall, Lu Yu sat silently, looking at the flawless face on the screen. Ten years of days and nights, everything about the He family disappeared at this moment.
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The exquisitely decorated restaurant at No. 27 Nathan Road had already closed. The two stood in front of the revolving door and were stunned for a few seconds, then looked at each other helplessly.
"Please, the chef has to sleep too. There's no point in eating Western food in the middle of the night."
He Yu turned around angrily and strode forward along the stone road, even though she didn't know what her destination was tonight.
"Wait for me." Most of his drunkenness was blown away by the cold wind, but he was still uncomfortable, and the desire that had no relief was almost torturing him crazy.
He really wanted to kiss her, but there was no one around, so even if he screamed, he could do nothing. He Zhou stared at her back like a hungry beast, but when the girl turned around, he calmly changed to that tired expression.
"You're acting weird today," she said.
"I think so too."
Intention: warmth