The thing Shen Guqian regrets most in his life is saying "ok" on the phone eight years ago. She said "forget it" and she really let it go. From then on, there was a mute corpse on the autopsy table, whatever was raised on the balcony died, and there were always quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator. The only one alive is the Siamese cat named Lemon - she picked her up three years after Qian Shu left. She is clingy, arrogant and will occupy her pillow at night.
We met again at the crime scene. Qian Zhao broke into the police cordon with her press card, and Shen Guqian grabbed her wrist: "Madam, please step back." The senior sister whom she had a crush on eight years ago now looked at her through the yellow line, with professional calmness and strangeness in her eyes. She thought it was just business between them.
Until late one night, an unknown number called. Shen Guqian thought it was a courier and lazily accepted it, but a soft and hoarse female voice came from the other side: "Let's meet, A-Qian."
She stood at the window and looked down. Under the streetlight stood a man who had disappeared for eight years.
——"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Qian Zhao asked with red eyes.
——"I lied to you." Shen Guqian pressed her against the sycamore tree and kissed her, "I don't have a girlfriend. I raised the cat myself."
Eight years of blank time, one sentence to explain. She followed her all night, gritting her teeth with soreness as she watched her carry the drunk intern back to the car. Little did he know that Shen Guqian had been waiting for her to knock on the door for eight years.
This time, she wouldn't let her go.
Intent: To provide a ray of light in the rainy night