Lin Han is an ordinary graduate medical student with no ambitions, regards wealth as his life, and is a coward. He has been living a humble life sinking into the dust. An interview and a phone call from an old friend broke her ordinary life. That young man with a cold face and eyes, as tall as the clouds? Charming like a demon? Which one is the real him? The bloodthirsty girl is like a ghost. Who is she? Business conspiracies, feuding entanglements, dual identities, deception and betrayal, more and more fog is like tentacles stretching out from the darkness, dragging her into a strange world little by little.
"Ah Han, why are you called Lin Han?" There were no stars in the sky tonight. Ye Yian was lying on the grass with his eyes closed and asked me. He could lie down so charmingly on such a cold day. This made me feel that his charm was born.
"Because my father's surname is Lin!" I can't understand what these people think. Can a normal person ask this? What's the reason for the name?
"Oh? What about Han? Why is it called Han?" He continued to ask.
"When the sky is about to light up, it is Han." I looked at the sky covered with dark clouds. The dark night was too cold and too long. It was time for the light to come on.