People are really greedy, greedy for what they can't have; but people really don't cherish it, they have it but can never have it again.
"Little one, you are my four-leaf clover and you are lucky."
"What do you want to say?"
"I love you, my four-leaf clover."
"Xia Qiji, you can only choose one between him and me!"
"I choose Wu Chuyi."
"Okay... Let's not meet again." Bai Ziwan turned back in despair, facing the drug lord in northern Myanmar and shouted: "You let them go, I am an undercover agent, let them go."
"I finally said it." The drug lord took Bai Ziwan away and released Xia Qiji.
"Tell me, why do you want to be an anti-narcotics policeman? It's so dangerous. I was wrong. I shouldn't have abandoned you. Come back, okay?" Xia Qiji murmured alone while holding Bai Ziwang's cold body.
"Professor Xia, we need to take Officer Bai's body away. He needs to be buried where a hero should be. He belongs to the motherland, not you, so let him go. Let him sleep in the embrace of the motherland, he will be willing."
Intention: Four-leaf clover, my luck is you