He lives two lies:
In front of the person is the warmest sun in the police station, and behind the person is the shadow of patricide.
He is trapped in two layers of shackles:
On his chest was his sister Weihan's corpse, and behind him was his lover's venomous gaze.
When Shen Zheng tore open Lin Lang's shirt with his own hands, the hotel tattoo on his lower back was bleeding - it was the coordinates of his father's death and the prison where her sister died.
"Does it hurt?" Shen Zheng bit the tattoo.
"The bite you gave me... Was better than the night I killed my father." Lin Lang gasped and tightened his grip on his back.
Until the bullet passed through Chunying and entered the chest, Lin Lang coughed blood and smiled in Shen Zheng's arms:
"Spread me in the sea of flowers... So that every time you breathe, it will feel like you are kissing me."
Only later did Shen Zheng understand the last line of his suicide note:
"I stole a spring from you and gave you half a lifetime of snow."
Intention: Regret