Five years have passed. Su Qing thought she would never dream of the past again, but each case brought back another piece of it.
The rain was so heavy that day. The smell of blood was so thick.
Who kept clinging to Su Hong's leg, saying, "I'm sorry"?
It was her.
After more than two thousand days and nights, who still remembers what they believed in at the beginning?
When the law conflicts with human feelings, what will you choose?
