At 2:30 in the morning, the bustling People's Square gradually became quiet as the night fell, and Wang Shaolei's sad cry seemed so out of place. Listening carefully, I found that the woman was crying only one person's name: "Nie Wenyuan..."
Three years ago, Nie Wenyuan ran all the way, accompanied by the ambulance, the sharp scream of the police car, holding Wang Shaolei covered in blood, and the doctor was crowded, but he was thinking about the person in his arms, his eyes lost focus, but he could not find the doctor...
Seven years ago, Nie Wen looked at Wang Shaolei from a distance and said to himself in the corner: Hi, Wang Shaolei, I wish you happiness.
What kind of entanglement of love and hate is it, what kind of deep love is it? Is it a beautiful mistake or a stunning love?