Thirty-seven days after the Yingfu family was wiped out, Shen Hehui had a recurring dream while he was ill.
In the dream, the lantern festival is in full swing and the river is full of lanterns. Ying Buran was wearing an emerald green gown, kicking him, scolding him, and pulling his ears, as if nothing had happened.
She didn't know in the dream that her home would be burned to the ground in three months.
He didn't know in the dream that he would be so crazy that he couldn't even hear her name.
He thought it was just an ordinary case in which a singer died in vain.
He thought he could marry her after investigating three cases.
He thought the days were still long.
Until the fire burned everything clean.
Later, he always wondered: If he had to do it all over again, would he be able to drag her back from that road earlier, even one day earlier.
The mountains and rivers are still there.
It's just that his mountains and rivers are no longer untouched.
Intention: If life were just like the first time we met
