The first time I saw Jiang Yu was an ordinary Wednesday.
Zhou Wangshu looked at the tall man standing in the middle of the hospital corridor, wearing a dark police uniform, looking a little nervous.
Others described Jiang Yu as a heroic people's policeman, but only Zhou Wangshu had seen his clumsiness and helplessness.
And his eyes were red from crying after being rejected by him.
Zhou Wangshu knew that he was not a good person, so leaving without saying goodbye was the best choice for him.
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Two years later, it was another Wednesday when I saw Jiang Yu again.
Jiang Yu came menacingly, saying that he came with a mission and moved directly into his home.
But every move and every move no longer carries a trace of past affection, and he is as cold as a different person.
"This is normal. Who would fall in love with a madman twice?" Zhou Wangshu thought.
Until one day when I opened Jiang Yu's police officer ID card, there was a piece of yellowed paper inside, which read in familiar handwriting:
"Wangshu is the moon, and my duty is to protect the moon."
Purpose: Healing
