Five years have passed. The past that Su Qing thought she would never dream about again was recalled bit by bit because of each case.
The rain that day was so heavy, and the smell of blood that day was so fishy.
Who has been holding Su Hong's leg and saying that I was wrong?
It's me.
After more than two thousand days and nights, who can still remember the original intention?
When there is a conflict between law and human relations, what will you choose?