At dusk in autumn, the coolness is like a layer of gauze, gently draped on the shoulders of the city. Lin Qingsui stood in front of the window, looking at the mountains in the distance gradually disappearing into the dusk, feeling an inexplicable melancholy in her heart.
Another year.
She sighed softly, as if she wanted to spit out the fatigue and confusion of the past year. The past is like smoke, passing away in a hurry, leaving only a few afterimages, looming in the depths of memory.
Purpose: Praise the anti-narcotics police