Silent Movement

Seven years ago, his body disappeared in the fire. Seven years later, he used the deceased's music score to confess his love to her. She is a forensic doctor and talks to corpses every day. He is a fugitive who writes love letters with murder. When the third body turned up, she finally found him—in the basement, in front of the dusty piano. He said: "Qingqing, these people have hurt you. I am just judging for you." She said: "Then do you know how much I have missed you these past seven years?" He said: "I know. Because I have also missed you for seven years." But when her hands touched his face, when her lips touched his— He took her wrist and pushed it away gently. "Qingqing," he said, "there is something I must tell you." "What?" "I'm not Jiang Xun."