He made camp step by step, luring the enemy deep; she guarded tightly, but was defeated.
All his traces were so similar to that of her lover who had long since died in the fire, but they were two completely different faces, and she fell into a trance.
The unknown courier, the dead body in the hospital, those eyes full of despair and resentment, the serial death charms of the late husband...
On the trial bench, he and his girlfriend teamed up to push her to hell, intending to kill her every word. She smiled and acquiesced to all the accusations. If this was the result he wanted, then, as he wished.
She didn't speak, she just smiled at him, as if he had smiled at her for the first time when they met. But his heart was full of resentment. What about her at this time?
Ling Yiren's heart had already dried up, so Qin Haoran squeezed in a few drops of nectar, enough to take root and sprout. She let in another ray of sunshine, and it was flooded from then on, but she clearly felt that she had no regrets.
It was Qin Haoran's ultimate goal to send her to prison with his own hands and make her suffer the pain that Wan Fu pointed out. He did it, but found that he no longer had the instinct to breathe.
The truth came to light, and she took away the stranger's opportunity with her, as if she had never been in his world, and there was no trace of him in her pupils. If this is the result she wants, then he will get what she wants.
A diary and a murder case with countless connections tied two unrelated people to a rope. A good beginning, an unforeseen ending, two wounded hearts, can we make good out of bad things?