Song Hui's heart was filled with a persistent plum rain. There is a small southern town in the rain curtain. It is the place where "he" was born, called Liantang. The lotus pond is full of water, and it seems to rain all year round. The rainwater drips along the eaves and corners of the corridor. A white mist filled the attic not far away. Song Hui was walking in the mist wearing a long skirt and heard the cry of the baby. As the child's cries gradually became fainter, the young woman knelt numbly in the blood and murmured helplessly...
"Someone died in the rain"
Sixteen years after the rain stopped, the woman still wore a long skirt and walked in the spring breeze. Flowers loved her sweet smile. Many children said that her smile was warm, just like the light April day in the world. As the youngest and most famous psychologist in Huaiyin City, Song Hui has funded a large number of orphanages. It seems that she is no longer as numb and helpless as she was in the rain in the lotus pond that year.
Sweet and hypocritical criminal psychologist vs. Gentle and mysterious orphanage director
Concept: Love is a more dangerous motive than hate