Three months later, the crimes of Zhou Zhenguo and others were made public, and Wucheng returned to its former peace. Lin Qiubai resigned from his job as a reporter and took over Xu Chenzhou's detective agency. On the wall of the office, there is a photo of three people - Xu Chenzhou, Xu Mingyuan, and Lin Qiubai in their teenage years. It turns out that they were playmates in the orphanage, but that memory was artificially erased.
"What are you looking at?" Xu Chenzhou came over with coffee. The wound on his abdomen had healed, but occasionally there was still a dull pain.
"I wonder what our lives would have been like if there hadn't been that fire." Lin Qiubai took the coffee with a gentle look.
Xu Chenzhou looked at the sunshine outside the window with a smile on his lips: "At least now, we can still protect this city together."
The morning fog has cleared and a new day has begun. And in a corner of the foggy city, a pair of eyes were watching all of this coldly through the fog - the story seemed not to have really ended yet.
Intention: Face it bravely
