Jiang Wang met Song Nan for the first time at the family dinner——
The man stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the rain, his side face as cold as a knife.
Nice.
He thought.
So Jiang Wang began his months-long "barbaric pursuit":
From Suzhou to Foshan, from Sanya to Liuzhou, from Hong Kong to Jiangnan.
Investigating cases, running away, collecting evidence, adopting orange cats, planting loquat trees, collecting kitchen keys - every step is on his heart.
Song Nan: Why can't I get rid of you?
Jiang Wang: I didn't want you to dump me.
A shameless old man × a slowly mature and noble broken soul
Mixed in are the unsolved murder cases from 23 years ago, disputes over family interests, and a red rope that has been worn for 23 years.
"Your question - I'll ask it after the case is over."
"Okay. I'll wait until you're ready."
When the case was finally settled, Jiang Wang took out the evidence.
Song Nan: When did you do it?
Jiang Wang: I started preparing from the day you said "yes".
Two male protagonists · Strong · Suspense · Sweet and cruel · 1v1 HE
Purpose: Old things should not rot in the soil, and sentient beings should not be trapped in the rain. There is always someone willing to bend down to pick up a twenty-three-year-old rusty knife and sharpen it slowly until a key can be found that can open the door to home and lock the spring.