Late one night, Yi Yu was awakened by a nightmare. She turned to look at the electronic alarm clock on the bedside table and had no time to calm down. The room was filled with the traces left by He Xiyan, and the memories with him were evoked little by little with Yi Yu's gaze. Seeing He Qiyan sleeping beside him, Yi Yu slowly raised his fingers, touched his cheek lightly and said, "It's been seven years since we passed." His voice was soft but endearing.
"What?" He Xiyan's lips moved slightly: "Including those two years?"
"You haven't slept yet, why don't you say anything." Yi Yu, who had just woken up, stroked his chest, then remembered that the person next to him was laughing at him, so he said sarcastically: "Then I am in a higher position than you."
"Oh? Then sir, isn't my sister often choked to the point of being speechless by me?"
Yi Yu was furious and silent.
But He Qiyan chuckled as if nothing had happened, as if he was waiting for Yi Yu to show such emotion, and turned around to take Yi Yu into his arms.
"Then sister, please occupy me for another two years."
Concept: The love that bursts out between two detectives in their daily interactions