Under the sun, there must be shadows.
Lone Whale Games
The spring light was melting, and layers of brilliance poured into the prison. Part of it slanted through the railings, forming spots of light that hit the concrete floor. He walked over and stood under the beam, and his eyes combined with the light were brilliant colors. But his hands and feet were still cold. After that, he no longer believed that the light was involved in the secret project of 1947 in the last century. A large-scale experimental grid composed of 150 sub-projects. After the project leaders of many universities, prisons, pharmaceutical companies, social group capitalists, etc. Had aged and died, the plan that had been hidden for a generation reappeared in the world. It was a politically-charged competition, highly confidential, and the bonus results were worth tens of millions of dollars.
This is not a traditional love story where you and I are willing.
The male protagonist has never loved the female protagonist. As long as you firmly believe this, this article will not be abusive.
Demining: There is no bloody Mary Sue plot, it is more realistic and dark, and it is not a story of mutual redemption!
The male protagonist has multiple identities, betrayal, scheming, ends up alone, has anti-social personality & the female protagonist is a psychological counselor, has mild depression, is stubborn and has confused thoughts.
What she hopes for most is that on an ordinary night, he can take her to wander in an ideal country far away.
Justice may be late, but it will not be absent.
Although the lawyer and Zhu Zhisang tried their best to reduce the crime and request a death penalty, they still couldn't do it.
This was the last good ending she could ask for for him.
"In order to severely crack down on drug crimes and anti-social behavior, maintain social management order, and safeguard the physical and mental health of citizens, the defendant Nie Shen was sentenced to death and deprived of political rights for life. He was executed by firing squad at 2:00 p. M. On x, x, x, xx."
In a building to be demolished more than ten kilometers away from here, Zhu Zhisang stood in the bleak autumn wind wearing a windbreaker, with the cold and clammy cave corner behind her. Her face was cast into a halo of light and shadow by the sunlight, and the folds of her clothes were clearly visible.
She counted the minutes and seconds on the hour hand.
She couldn't hear the gunfire, but she could picture the righteous man in that scene.
Darkness was gentle, she had experienced it before.
Two pools of blood penetrated the land connected by veins under the feet, sublimated into the vast expanse of sky, intersected at a certain end, and became one from then on. This is the best ending.
Intention: Fang is still alive but not dead