In the twelfth lunar month of winter, in a cold cell, Gan Jingqiu was preparing to spend the New Year alone.
She was extremely peaceful and never thought that this New Year would be any different from previous years.
Zeng Yunshan, carrying a heavy responsibility, went to prison alone. His eyes were firm and profound.
The first time Gan Jingqiu saw him, he knew that he was not easy to mess with.
But by chance, he still ran into it.
"Do you have any aspirations for the New Year?" Zeng Yunshan looked at Gan Jingqiu and asked curiously.
"No." The weasel paid New Year's greetings to the rooster with no good intentions.
"What do you want? I'll help you when you get out."
A trace of determination flashed in Gan Jingqiu's eyes, "Okay, I'll help you now, and you'll help me later, and we'll settle things down."
Zeng Yunshan smiled and let her go...
Intention: Positive and uplifting