Miss Forensics

The end of a blue duckweed (6) When Lin Yan spoke those words, Song Yuhang knelt down as well. It was a scenario she had imagined countless times, but it was completed by the other party. Song Yuhang’s eyes brimmed with hot tears, overwhelmed with joy, as she let the other person slip the ring […]

The end of a blue duckweed (5) The elderly couple looked overwhelmed, attempting to interrupt several times but failing to find the right moment. Seeing Lin Yan starting to take out money, the woman hurriedly sat up from the bed and grabbed her wrist. “We can’t accept this, we’re already very grateful for your visit.

The end of a blue duckweed (5) Lin Yan’s unfulfilled wish led her to a small village hidden in the Yunnan–Guizhou Plateau, a place not marked on any map. She and Song Yuhang drove for hundreds of kilometers, day and night, leaving the highway for provincial roads, which eventually turned into rough gravel roads. After

The end of a blue duckweed (5) “Passport, ID, visa, marriage application…” After receiving the reply email from the city hall of British Columbia, Canada, the two are about to fly to Vancouver soon. Song Yuhang is packing at home, muttering to herself. Lin Yan, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and a loose robe,

The end of a blue duckweed (4) Song Yuhang stood up to see him off, helping him up from the seat. Zhao Junfeng picked up his backpack and dusted it off. “No need to accompany me. Aren’t you going to report tomorrow? Go back and rest early.” For some reason, Zhao Junfeng today gave her

The end of a blue duckweed (4) “Go back, take care of yourself, take your medicine on time, and go for regular check-ups.” “Did you receive the clothes that Yuhang asked me to bring for you last time? If you need anything else, let me know, I’ll bring it for you next time.” Zhao Junfeng

The end of a blue duckweed (4) On the day the verdict came down, it was just a regular weekend. Song Yuhang taught her how to cook. Lin Yan stood in the kitchen, sunlight streaming in through the glass window, her delicate pale fingers pressing down on a carrot. She was following Song Yuhang’s instructions,

The end of a blue duckweed (3) Behind him came the sounds of a man wailing, crying in desperation. Even as he walked out of the detention center gate, Duan Cheng felt dazed. The cries seemed to linger in his ears, impossible to shake off. He stepped into the mud puddle and finally noticed that

The end of a blue duckweed (3) When she walked out of Jingtai Building, it was already late at night, but there were still reporters outside. As soon as they saw her coming out, they swarmed around her, surrounding her in a circle with all kinds of cameras and microphones pointed at her. “Miss Lin,

The end of a blue duckweed (2) After she made the bed, cleaned the room, and Lin Yan finished bathing, she sat cross-legged on the bed counting her bank cards, with a whole row of them laid out in front of her. She furrowed her brow, looking somewhat troubled. Song Yuhang walked over, patted her