When she was fifteen years old, Shen Ciqi was about to go upstairs with her book in her arms. The smiling eyes of a boy at the corner passed her by, startling her heart.
She became interested when she saw the color, and took every step to worship the young man's tenderness.
Later, the boy turned into a devil, and the innocent smile no longer existed.
He always holds different women in his arms, rubbing their ears and temples together.
When they met again later, he was sitting in the interrogation room, his broken hair covering his eyes, and he whispered to her:
"Officer Shen, I have never loved you."
Intention: We are ultimately defeated by time and the youth that we have ruined by our own hands.