Two heroines, two CPs. The female protagonists fight with each other, and the male protagonist watches his daughter-in-law fight.
CP 1: The old and heroic turned policewoman × the second-generation little naughty boy who is popular in the system (Gu Wei × Zhao Changbai)
CP 2: The psychopathic, high-IQ academic goddess x the psychiatrist's male god brother (Eve x Sun Jue)
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Get some earthy love words:
CP1: "I have been chasing you for seven years, like a leaf chasing the wind. I have walked through time, across the sea, and through the years. As long as you look back, I have always been there." "I will never let go - I will never look back until I hit the wall."
CP2: "The so-called love is just a surging illusion caused by hormones. After the spark of love, it's just a matter of annoying you and me. Do you think I will get mad and cause trouble for myself?" "Before her, I never thought that I could love someone so regardless of principles."
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The first murder occurred in Haicheng at the end of the year, the second after March, and the third after May.
The goals are different, the means are different, there is no clue, and there is no connection. The police were at a loss what to do, and people in Haicheng were panicked.
Gu Wei, who had spent many years of savings on a sea-view house, was just about to retire, but unexpectedly she was forced to take charge.
Gu Wei roared angrily: "My retirement vacation!!! Why the hell are you paying for my mother's retirement vacation!!" She was sharpening her sword.
Eve smiled: "This police officer is quite difficult." She was also sharpening her knife.
Those who see through darkness will also be in darkness.
I hope that when you stare into the abyss, you will not become an abyss.
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of faith, it was the epoch of doubt; it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
—— Dickens