Deep Sea Embers, Letters from White Roses

On the night of the wedding, I personally scattered Su Nian's ashes into the deep sea, just to fulfill her last wish of "being free after death." Three years later, at a business reception, a woman who looked exactly like her came up to me with champagne and smiled brightly at me: "Mr. Lu, I heard that you are looking for the body of my ex-wife?" Is she the murderer of Su Nian, or is Su Nian himself resurrected? At ten o'clock every night, a white rose that she loved to smell most during her lifetime would appear in my study; the company's confidential documents were surrounded by many traps, and all clues pointed to the deep sea that has long been traceless. I followed every trace of that woman, only to find that I was stepping step by step into the web she had woven by her own hands - in this cat-and-mouse game of truth, I was the one who stayed up all night at first, and I was the only one who knelt down and begged for mercy in the end.