The light in the interrogation room was blindingly white.
"Name."
The person opposite raised his head, with blood still at the corner of his mouth, but smiled at him, as casually as any other time when he said goodbye.
"Lin Shen."
He paused and continued to ask in a businesslike tone: "Profession."
Lin Shen leaned back in the chair, the handcuffs clattered, and his eyes fell on the warning signal on his chest: "Your boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend."
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Concept: Lies are Chen Jinhan's profession, and love is the part where he loses control. And Song Yushen - who knew the truth from the first day - chose to accompany him until the end. "I bet you won't pick me at the last minute."