She was once the little tail in Qinghu Town who chased him and called him master, and hid the tea leaves he randomly picked as treasures in iron boxes.
He once taught carefully on a snowy night on the streets of a foreign land: "Xiaoxi, you should be a light that illuminates others."
Seven years later, the steel door of detention site 327 opened, and the cold supervision badge on her notebook was reflected in his eyes.
"Mr. Gu, please cooperate with the investigation." She spread out the transcript, the tip of the pen trembling slightly as it hung over the "Social Relations" column.
The red surveillance light above her head rotated, very much like her red face when she peeked at him at that cocktail party.
When the hairpin was confiscated by the security check, the long hair that was scattered covered the surge in her eyes.
——This detention room without a mirror reflected the most unbearable afterimage of their youth.
Purpose: Amid the torn apart between legal principles and personal relationships, salvation after the collapse of faith