Volume One: First Scroll
Faith
“Officer Song, can you even do it?”
The buttons of the hospital gown could only be undone down to her collarbone. Song Yuhang’s hands trembled as she helped her unfasten the last one.
She swallowed. “Can you… can you take it off yourself?”
Lin Yan shook her head, tilting her neck back slightly. “My hands won’t lift.”
“…” Song Yuhang pursed her lips, moved behind her, and, grabbing the hem of the gown, pulled it up over her head.
Lin Yan’s brown hair fell softly onto her snow-white shoulders. The bathroom heater was on and warm, but she still felt a little cold and shivered.
Song Yuhang steadied her, her own face flushing with warmth from the steam in the bathroom.
Lin Yan turned her back slightly, resting her hands on the edge of the bathtub. “It’s a bit cold, ah.”
Song Yuhang understood; this was her way of urging her on. She forced herself to calm down and went to undo the final restraint, but somehow, her usually nimble fingers fumbled.
Lin Yan, head down, chuckled softly. “Officer Song, can you even do it?”
When she was acting coquettishly, she would drawl out her name: Captain Song~ When she was angry, she would call her by her full name: Song Yuhang! Only at times like this, when she deliberately wanted to tease her, would she call her “Officer Song.” These two words, spoken lightly from her lips, carried an extra layer of intrigue due to the addition of her surname and official title.
A rush of heat surged to Song Yuhang’s head, but she ultimately restrained herself. Not far outside the bathroom door was her mother’s bedroom. Secondly, there was the bowl-sized scar on Lin Yan’s back, a through-and-through wound, which still looked rather shocking.
Song Yuhang took several deep breaths, forcing herself to look away as she undid the clasp, her voice low and tinged with a hint of gritted teeth.
“Cut it out. Don’t you know whether I can do it or not?”
Lin Yan let her, then turned around and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Song Yuhang’s pupils contracted, and her breathing quickened.
“After all, we haven’t really tried, have we?”
Song Yuhang wanted to look away but couldn’t bear to. Agitation and the impulse buried deep within her bones tore at her rationality.
She closed her eyes slightly, her Adam’s apple bobbing, and her hands rested on Lin Yan’s shoulders.
The sly smile on Lin Yan’s lips didn’t last long before she was swept into Song Yuhang’s arms and carried into the bathtub.
Her tone was rushed, fast, and even a bit rough, but her actions were gentle.
“Shut up. Say one more word, and I’ll let you try.”
The hot water dispelled the chill and swept away the fatigue of the day.
Lin Yan leaned against the edge of the bathtub, looking at her with a hint of naive innocence in her eyes, asking knowingly.
“Try what?”
Song Yuhang felt like her lungs were about to explode with anger. She threw a bath towel over Lin Yan’s head and stormed out, slamming the door.
“Wash yourself! Call me if you need anything!”
Listening to her departing footsteps and the sound of rushing water from the kitchen, Lin Yan laughed heartily, even leaning back against the bathtub and humming a tune.
Tsk, she really can’t take a tease.
So pure and innocent, huh.
After Song Yuhang finished washing the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, tidied the living room, and went to the bedroom to make the bed, Lin Yan still hadn’t come out.
Song Yuhang frowned slightly, walked over, and knocked gently on the door. “Lin Yan, are you done?”
Lin Yan, lulled into drowsiness by the comfortable water temperature and steam, didn’t want to move from the bathtub at all. Hearing Song Yuhang’s voice, she finally stood up and casually grabbed a nightgown from the nearby rack, wrapping it around herself.
“Done.”
She stood up too quickly, and before the words were out, she felt top-heavy and light-headed, the world spinning around her.
Song Yuhang happened to enter just then and, seeing her about to fall, quickly caught her.
Lin Yan, still shaken, her pale face flushed from the hot water, water droplets clinging to her eyelashes, instinctively wrapped her arms around Song Yuhang’s neck, her whole body hanging onto her.
Song Yuhang chuckled, took two steps back, and carried her out like that. Worried that her mother might suddenly appear, she quickened her pace slightly.
It wasn’t until they were back in the room, Lin Yan placed on the bed, and the bedroom door locked behind them, that Song Yuhang finally breathed a sigh of relief and went to find the hairdryer to dry her hair.
“You…” Song Yuhang turned around and froze. A moment ago, she was only worried about her safety; only now did she realize that under the shirt, Lin Yan was wearing nothing…
Her clothes were large, and Lin Yan was thin. The shirt hung loosely on her shoulders, unbuttoned. The pure white shirt, soaked with water, was as thin as paper.
Further down…
Song Yuhang’s eyes instantly turned red.
F#ck, if I can endure this, I must be a sage of old.
After a whole day of commotion, Lin Yan was truly tired. She wanted to sleep the moment her head hit the pillow. Before she could even pull the blanket over, her vision suddenly went dark.
Song Yuhang had turned off the lights.
Before she could react, her lips were sealed by a scorching breath.
Song Yuhang’s slippers were kicked to the side.
The rustling sound of fabric rubbing.
Song Yuhang tucked a pillow under her waist.
Lin Yan was forced to tilt her head back.
Her slender, fair wrists were turning red from being gripped.
The bloodshot veins in Song Yuhang’s eyes had never faded.
The ticking of the clock on the wall mingled with a certain secret sound.
Song Yuhang panted, lifting her head to gaze at Lin Yan’s face in the darkness.
Lin Yan’s red lips were slightly parted, her pale face tinged with a layer of rouge.
Her frail neck was completely exposed to Song Yuhang’s gaze.
As they looked at each other, it was as if a fire had completely incinerated their rationality.
Just as things were getting better and better1, a knock sounded on the door.
Song Yuhang’s movements paused. She leaned down again. Lin Yan turned her head slightly, her hands bracing against Song Yuhang’s shoulders.
“Yuhang ah, open the door. Are you asleep? Let me bring you another blanket—”
It was Mother Song’s voice.
Song Yuhang frowned, ignored it, pressed Lin Yan’s hands down, and leaned in again. Before she could touch her cheek, the knocking came again.
“Yuhang, Yuhang…”
Veins throbbed on Song Yuhang’s temples. Lin Yan chuckled, cupped her face, glanced at the door, and gestured for her to open it.
Song Yuhang had no choice but to climb out of the land of tenderness2, quickly and efficiently put on her pajamas, and covered Lin Yan tightly with the blanket before running to open the door.
“Mom, coming, coming! What is it, so late at night?”
Mother Song peeked inside, lowering her voice. “Yanyan asleep? Why is your face so red…”
Song Yuhang wanted to cry but had no tears. If you hadn’t interrupted, I would have slept with her long ago. Afraid her mother would notice something, she tried to usher her out.
“Asleep, asleep. You should go back to bed quickly, ah.”
Song Yuhang took the blanket from her mother’s hands, shook her head, and closed the door with a hint of helplessness.
Lin Yan peeked out from under the covers with one eye. “She left?”
Song Yuhang nodded. “Gone. Are you cold?”
Lin Yan shook her head. “A bit hot.”
Her face was still flushed.
Song Yuhang tossed the blanket onto the computer chair, pounced onto the bed, and pinned Lin Yan down. “Continue.”
Before she could lean down again, the knocking resumed. Mother Song had returned.
“Yuhang ah, open up. Look at my memory! I brought you the blanket but forgot the pillows.”
Song Yuhang was about to go crazy. Flustered and exasperated, she went to open the door, drawing out her voice, “Mooom!!!”
“Aiyouyou, look at you, throwing such a tantrum. Alright, alright, I won’t disturb your rest anymore.” Mother Song peeked inside again. Song Yuhang propped one hand on the doorframe, blocking her view.
“Is Yanyan really asleep? Why did I think I just heard her talking? Did I mishear?”
“Mom—” Song Yuhang, on the verge of tears, was almost ready to kneel before her.
If she were a man, she probably would have already…
“Please, Mom, go to bed early. Don’t come back again, ah. We don’t need anything, really, nothing at all.” Saying this, she ushered her mother out the door and watched her enter her room before finally returning, relieved. She locked the door and leaned against it, speechless with frustration.
Lin Yan couldn’t help but burst out laughing with a “puchi3” sound. Song Yuhang pounced on her and started tickling her, and the two of them collapsed together, laughing and giggling.
“I should have listened to you and gotten a room4.”
Lin Yan pressed down her restless hands, let out a small yawn, and snuggled into her embrace, her long eyelashes fluttering.
“Stop fooling around, I’m a bit sleepy.”
Song Yuhang pouted, feeling a little wronged. “But…”
Tonight, Lin Yan had teased her and kissed her, but she herself hadn’t gained any advantage at all.
It was too heartbreaking. She was probably picked up by Mother Song from the streets.
“Hm?” Lin Yan looked up at her, like a lazy and charming cat raising its paw to rest on her shoulder.
Her breath tickled Song Yuhang’s neck.
“Really sleepy.”
With that, she let out another small yawn.
Seeing how truly weary Lin Yan looked, Song Yuhang, despite still wanting to, had to suppress her desires.
“Alright, sleep.”
Lin Yan, perfectly content, turned over to sleep but was pulled back into an embrace. A cool sensation followed as the only piece of clothing covering her body was tossed aside.
Song Yuhang hugged her. “Sleep.”
Lin Yan gritted her teeth. “You…”
The spooning position was too intimate and overly familiar. Song Yuhang whispered against her hair by her ear, “Sleep like this. I’ll give you five minutes. If you’re not asleep, you’ll bear the consequences yourself.”
“I…” Lin Yan felt a lump in her throat, almost choking herself. She grabbed Song Yuhang’s arm and bit down.
She bit fiercely.
Song Yuhang just let her, as if letting a wolf cub grind its teeth.
She even whistled playfully by her ear. “It’s okay, bite. When your wound heals, every bite will be repaid double. It’s all debt, Forensic Doctor Lin.”
She mimicked Lin Yan’s earlier teasing tone, calling her “Forensic Doctor Lin” flippantly.
Lin Yan’s face flushed red, a swear word about to escape her lips. Feeling the hands around her waist growing increasingly restless, she endured it again and again, her eyes turning red. Finally, she obediently closed her eyes.
Perhaps she really was a bit tired from all the commotion. Before five minutes were up, her breathing became even.
Song Yuhang propped herself up slightly and planted a kiss on her cheek. Lin Yan seemed to sense it and turned over, snuggling into her embrace like a tired bird returning to its forest5.
Song Yuhang chuckled. Well, with a beauty in my arms, it looks like I’ll have trouble sleeping tonight.
The next morning, Song Yuhang woke up with huge dark circles under her eyes and went to wash up. Mother Song had already made breakfast and set the table.
“Yo, what’s wrong? Didn’t sleep well last night?”
Song Yuhang greeted her listlessly, “Morning, Mom. Slept well, exceptionally well.”
Lin Yan, sitting at the dining table, smiled faintly, a gesture Mother Song caught.
The more Mother Song looked at Lin Yan, the more she liked her. She was good-looking, spirited, sat with her back perfectly straight, and her complexion was much better than last night, fair with a rosy glow. There was an irrepressible hint of spring’s vitality6 in her eyes and at the corners of her lips.
In contrast, Song Yuhang looked completely drained, as if her essence and blood had been sucked dry. Mother Song couldn’t help but start nagging her own child.
“Look at you. You both went to bed at the same time. How come she’s so energetic, and you look like you’ve just finished a long night shift? I wonder what on earth you were doing all night.”
The sound of an angry flush came from the bathroom.
What… what was she doing?
Lin Yan really hadn’t expected Mother Song to say something so explosive. A mouthful of water she hadn’t yet swallowed sprayed out.
“Cough, cough…”
She hastily grabbed a tissue to wipe the water on the table. Mother Song had already emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of cooked sweet fermented rice wine with eggs7.
“Aiyo, why are you choking? Don’t just drink water, try Auntie’s sweet fermented rice eggs.”
“It’s nothing, nothing. Thank you, Auntie.” Lin Yan stood up to take it, but Mother Song moved it away.
“It’s hot. It’s okay, it’s okay. You sit and eat. No need to wait for Yuhang, there’s more in the pot.”
As Mother Song spoke, she brought out warmed steamed buns and a few cold dishes from the kitchen.
“Auntie, aren’t you eating?”
Mother Song, untying her apron and about to hang it up, turned back and smiled. “I got up early and already ate. I’m getting ready to go out dancing and grocery shopping.”
Lin Yan pondered. It was only a little past eight in the morning. Mother Song had gone to bed around the same time as them last night, yet she woke up even earlier and had already prepared breakfast.
“Auntie, do you perhaps have a bit of insomnia?”
Mother Song was taken aback. Lin Yan continued, “I know several specialist doctors who are quite experienced in this area. If you give me your phone number, I can make an appointment for you. Whether it’s a house call at your convenience or getting medication directly, both are fine.”
Even Song Yuhang didn’t know about her mother’s insomnia. At first, she just thought that as one got older, one slept less. It had only worsened in recent years; she often couldn’t fall asleep until eleven or twelve and would wake up in the middle of the night8.
Now that Lin Yan had noticed, the old lady was suddenly quite touched. “No need, no need, you’re all busy…”
Lin Yan took a bite of her steamed bun and smiled. “Then it’s settled. If you don’t tell me, I’ll just go tell Yuhang.”
“Ai, you child. Alright, alright.” Mother Song, resigned, tore a piece of paper and a pen from the phone notepad on the table and tremblingly wrote down a string of numbers for her.
“Whatever it costs, Auntie will give you the money then.”
Lin Yan put the note away, letting the topic of money pass ambiguously.
Seeing it was almost eight-thirty, Mother Song changed her shoes, ready to leave. Song Yuhang came out of the bathroom.
Mother Song looked back at them. “Come back for lunch, okay? Your sister is coming over too. I’m going to buy groceries now.”
Song Yuhang subtly frowned. “No, Mom. Lin Yan and I will eat out for lunch.”
“Eh, you say you’re not coming home for a meal on a weekend, wasting money. Forget it, forget it, up to you. It’s rare to see you bring a friend home. Have fun, you hear?” Mother Song grumbled as she picked up her keys and left. Song Yuhang drawled out a reply.
Lin Yan, biting her spoon, looked at her. “Something’s off. You frowned when your sister was mentioned.”
A woman’s, no, a female forensic examiner’s intuition is truly sharp.
Song Yuhang chuckled and flicked her forehead. “You’re not quite right either. Observing your expression, you seem to have something you want to do today.”
Lin Yan pursed her lips into a slight smile, then, not wanting to let her get too smug, deliberately put on a stern face. “Then hurry up and eat.”
The two ate and talked.
Lin Yan told her about Mother Song’s insomnia.
Song Yuhang frowned. “I did notice she was sometimes still awake when I came back from a night shift. I always thought she was waiting for me. So that’s why. Lin Yan, thank you. Let me know when you’ve made the appointment; I’ll go with Mom then.”
Lin Yan stirred the fermented rice in her bowl, a warmth spreading through her heart at the word “thank you,” and her lips curved slightly.
“You’re busy with work, and there’s no one else at home. You really should pay more attention to Auntie’s physical and mental health.”
The blow from losing relatives one after another was not something an ordinary person could bear. Mother Song was a remarkable woman, but that didn’t mean her heart wouldn’t bear scars.
Song Yuhang nodded. “I know. I’ll make time to accompany Mom more.”
Finally, she looked at Lin Yan cautiously, reached out, and took her hand, which was resting on the table, into her own.
“What about you, Lin Yan? Do you need… to see a doctor again?”
Lin Yan twitched her lips, not answering her question directly. “It’s getting cold. Hurry up and eat.”
With that, she pulled her hand back. Song Yuhang wanted to speak but hesitated, ultimately saying nothing. After finishing the meal, she proactively went to wash the dishes.
Lin Yan, on the other hand, opened her wardrobe, examining the various clothes. She picked one, frowned, tossed it aside. Soon, a large pile of clothes accumulated on the bed.
Lin Yan sighed in defeat. Well, it looks like the first thing to do today is go buy clothes.
Song Yuhang, having finished washing the dishes and drying her hands, found the scene amusing. “Let’s go, Young Miss Lin. Just wear something casual for now, and we’ll go out and buy some.”
“This one, this one, and this one too. Wrap them all up.”
After trying on clothes, Lin Yan bought whatever suited her. Standing at the counter, pointing decisively9, she was about to pay when Song Yuhang handed over her own card.
Lin Yan pushed it back. “No need, I’ll pay myself.”
“Use mine.” Song Yuhang directly handed the card to the saleswoman. The saleswoman glanced at her, then at Lin Yan, and accepted it readily.
“Okay, the total is thirty-six thousand, four hundred and eighty. Please confirm and sign here.”
As Song Yuhang signed, Lin Yan smacked her lips. “I didn’t expect a little police officer like you to be so rich. Tell me, did you take bribes?”
Song Yuhang rolled her eyes at her. “What are you talking about? I don’t usually spend much money. This is all saved up from so many years of work.”
“Then doesn’t it pain you?”
Song Yuhang capped the pen, handed it back to the saleswoman, picked up the packed paper bags, and put an arm around Lin Yan’s waist, heading out.
“It does. So, it’ll be fine if a certain someone repays with their body, right?”
Lin Yan swung her shoulder bag at her. “Go to hell, okay?”
After leaving the mall, Song Yuhang stuffed all the purchased items into the back seat. Lin Yan had also bought some health supplements for Mother Song, filling the trunk to the brim.
Song Yuhang opened the car door for her, watched her get in, then opened the driver’s side door, fastened her seatbelt, shifted gears, and set off.
Lin Yan watched her drive. “Do you know where to go?”
Song Yuhang didn’t turn her head, a smile playing on her lips.
“I’m guessing.”
Lin Yan placed the bouquet of white chrysanthemums she had just bought against the tombstone.
Song Yuhang put a few cans of cola on the ground, along with some snacks that children like.
The two stood side by side, the wind billowing their clothes and lifting the ends of their hair.
Lin Yan looked at the familiar face on the tombstone. The girl was only fourteen or fifteen, her smile so sweet.
She should have had a more beautiful life, but it was forever frozen at the age of fifteen.
Even though they later caught the murderer and the bad guy received his due punishment, it couldn’t change the fact that other young lives had been irrevocably taken.
The wind in the cemetery was a bit strong. Lin Yan’s hands were pale from the cold. She shivered as she took out a business card from her wallet, watching the flame of the lighter slowly consume it.
“My name is Lin Yan. Born in 1976, currently thirty-two years old. My profession is a forensic examiner. My hobbies are dissections. My phone number is…”
She paused, her voice slightly choked.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bai Ling.”
“We… if fate allows, we’ll meet again.”
She had finally given Bai Ling a complete self-introduction, making up for an unfinished regret, yet it still couldn’t be considered perfect.
The wind in the cemetery suddenly turned biting, blowing the remaining scraps of paper from her hand into the sky, where they circled and flew far away.
Song Yuhang patted her shoulder. “Let’s go.”
When paying respects to Zhang Jinhai, she was noticeably calmer.
This news couldn’t be hidden from her for too long. Lin Yan wasn’t some naive, innocent, and inexperienced10 young girl; she was a mentally mature forensic examiner with rich professional experience, as well as her own network and channels.
Rather than wait for her to find out herself, it was better to tell her proactively. Besides, Song Yuhang believed she could handle it.
Even if she couldn’t, and fell into a swamp of guilt, Song Yuhang had the courage and confidence to pull her out bit by bit.
The firelight illuminated her eyes and brows.
Lin Yan silently tossed paper money11 into the copper basin. Song Yuhang handed her the last stack, watching her throw it in. Dust and ashes flew into the sky, scattering all over the mountains and plains.
“Lin Yan, I come to this place almost every year. The police from the Jiangcheng City Bureau also come almost every year. Not just because colleagues are sacrificed every year, but also because every year, newly recruited police officers hold their oath-taking and induction ceremonies here, facing the heroes’ monument and the old seniors.”
“This place is not only where the living and the dead are separated12, but also a place of transition between the old and the new. Generations of criminal investigators rest here, and generations of young criminal investigators walk out from here.”
Song Yuhang pulled her up, looking at the photo on Zhang Jinhai’s tombstone—his dignified face and the national emblem on his cap.
“Even in the last moment of his life, he didn’t forget the oath of a People’s Police officer. Actually, when the knife first cut his throat, he had already sensed it. He had a chance to throw the child out to someone else, but he didn’t. When you handed Yu Jing to him, he could have also handed him to someone else, but he still didn’t.”
Lin Yan lowered her eyes, terrifyingly quiet.
Song Yuhang knew what she wanted to say. “No need to blame yourself. Your intentions were good. If you had stayed there, more people would have been sacrificed. Life is unpredictable, that’s all. If it were you or me, we would have made the same choice.”
Lin Yan smiled, reverting to her usual icy expression, a mocking smile on her lips.
“So, you police officers are all quite annoying. You know you might die, yet you still go.”
Song Yuhang turned her head to look at her. “This must be the power of faith. Born here, raised here, one cannot help but love this land, the people on this land, and the five-star red flag13 fluttering overhead, the national emblem on the cap.”
Just as Lin Yan would inevitably fight for the truth all her life, Song Yuhang would also willingly sacrifice her life14 for her faith.
This was a conviction carved into their bones, eternally indelible.
“Did you know? I used to really hate police officers. I’d seen too many criminal investigators who just muddled through15, accomplishing nothing. I once completely despaired of this world, thinking it would never get better.”
“But, ah, there are certain moments—” Lin Yan, bathed in sunlight, shaded her eyes with her hand and looked into the void. Today was a beautiful day, blue sky, white clouds, a clear sky for thousands of miles. A flock of wild geese returning north happened to pass through her line of sight.
She squinted slightly. “I still feel that this world is pretty good, just like now.”
“There’s also that group of people, persistently pursuing truth and justice for their entire lives. I believe that a single spark can start a prairie fire16.”
Song Yuhang smiled, raising her hand to her temple. “To the heroes, salute!”
Lin Yan followed her command, tensing her body and slowly raising her hand.
It was the first time she had willingly made this gesture. For a moment, the feeling was indescribable, but somehow, she remembered the few lines of the oath she had crammed17 for during an exam.
For the prosperity of the country, for the peace of the people, for the sacred mission, for the sacrificed comrades; Chinese police, wage an endless struggle against all illegal and criminal activities, until the last drop of blood is shed.
Lin Yan closed her eyes slightly, reciting it silently in her heart.
As they descended the mountain, dusk settled on the tips of Song Yuhang’s hair, dyeing her originally black hair a chestnut color.
Lin Yan stared at the back of her head.
Song Yuhang turned around, reached out, and pulled her down the steps. “There’s something I was too embarrassed to say just now…”
She touched her nose, smiling a little shyly, but her grip on Lin Yan’s hand didn’t loosen.
“What?”
Lin Yan followed her closely.
“That occasion just now was too solemn. I felt it wasn’t appropriate to say those things in front of the seniors.”
Lin Yan grew even more curious. “What is it? Hurry up and say it.”
Song Yuhang stopped, standing on the step below her, looking up. She held Lin Yan’s hand, dressed in a black motorcycle jacket, cargo pants, and combat boots—a dashing and handsome woman.
But her face was slightly flushed, and her expression was clearly a bit coy. “That… I wanted to say… you are also my faith.”
Lin Yan was stunned for three seconds, then burst into wild laughter, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Hahaha… What kind of corny pick-up line18 is that? It’s so corny, so corny! Help me!”
Song Yuhang’s face turned green, then white, then red. Gritting her teeth, she turned and walked away.
Lin Yan chased after her and pounced on her from behind. The setting sun stretched their shadows long, long.
“Aiyaya, are you angry?”
“No.”
“Then why are you ignoring me?”
“No.”
Lin Yan poked her cheek. “Officer Song~ Captain Song~ Song Yuhang~ Yuhang ah~”
She drew out the names. Song Yuhang got goosebumps.
“Speak! What do you want?!”
Lin Yan casually hung onto her neck, all serious and with righteous confidence. “I’m tired. I can’t walk anymore.”
Song Yuhang was about to laugh from exasperation. She shook her off, walked a couple of steps, saw Lin Yan hadn’t followed, then stormed back, and resignedly squatted down in front of her.
“Come on, Young Miss.”
Lin Yan pursed her lips into a smile, climbed on, and let Song Yuhang carry her the rest of the way.
She wouldn’t say any sweet nothings—not corny, exquisite, elegant, or charming ones.
But she knew, from the moment she decided to be with Song Yuhang, she had placed her in the deepest part of her heart, in that unnoticed19 corner.
Song Yuhang said she was her faith; then Song Yuhang was her ideal.
Wanting to get close to this warmth, wanting to become a little sun like her, wanting to be gentle yet retain her edges like her, wanting to be kind like her, loving everyone around her to the best of her ability.
These were things the eighteen-year-old Lin Yan hadn’t learned, but which she had lost and regained at the age of thirty-two.
Lin Yan whispered something in her ear. Song Yuhang didn’t hear clearly. “What?”
“I said—” Lin Yan tugged her ear. “I’m hungry! I want to go down the mountain and eat!”
Song Yuhang smiled faintly. “Hold on tight.”
Before Lin Yan could react, Song Yuhang started running wildly with her on the mountain path. A thin layer of sweat beaded on her forehead, but her expression was so unrestrained and warm.
The wind carried their laughter far away.
At that time, they ran freely, enjoying the wholehearted joy that love brought, unaware that the “White Whale Case” was only a beginning, not an end.
The truth was still far from being revealed.
LP: Re-translated on June 01, 2025
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Kinda confused.. Did they do the deed or not?
Unfortunately, Mother Song destroyed the mood 😭
Kinda confused.. Did they do the deed or not?
Unfortunately, Mother Song destroyed the mood 😭
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