[Forensic artist x homicide detective]
[Adorably contrasting goddess x handsome, sharp-tongued, carefree troublemaker]
Song Hui keeps having the same dream.
In the dream, misty rain hangs in the air. A woman in a jade-colored qipao stands gracefully beneath banana leaves.
She holds an oil-paper umbrella, raindrops falling from its ribs like beads from a broken string. Half hidden beneath it, her gentle, elegant face is filled with sorrow.
His colleagues tease him for being so old and still single, saying all he dreams about are "wet dreams."
Song Hui smiles and deliberately asks whether it still counts as a wet dream if the rain turns to blood.
Colleague: "..."
Later, Wen Jia, the forensic artist known as the "Goddess of Composite Sketches," is transferred to their precinct.
They say she can not only accurately sketch a suspect from the jumbled descriptions of a dozen witnesses,
but also deduce a suspect's height, appearance, and even regional origin from a blurry, heavily obscured surveillance video.
When they first meet, a colleague half-jokingly asks Song Hui to have her sketch the beauty from his dream.
Song Hui looks at her and smiles nonchalantly. "No need. I've already met her."
Theme: Treat others sincerely, and goodness will come in return. A tribute to heroes.
