Warm Summer
Ye Mian was reborn, returning to the most beautiful year of her brief life. When she opened that door, standing outside was a young man covered in blood—the very one who, in five years, would become the most powerful figure in River City. He was as gentle as a spring breeze, yet in his bones, even his blood ran cold. She never expected that this man would destroy his own future for her sake, becoming a fugitive murderer, shunned and feared by all. From that moment, she wanted to save him. In the fervent summer, amid rising mists, she reached out her hand to the boy. “I heard you want to arrest me?” “No, I want to take you home.”
Warm Summer
Bang!
The sound of the porcelain pot shattering on the ground outside startled a flock of birds from their perch in the trees.
Ye Mian lowered her delicate, pale fingers from her forehead, her lashes trembling as she forced her eyes open.
As she looked at her slender, fair hands and the overly familiar old house before her, a flash of confusion flickered in her eyes.
For a moment, she couldn't even tell what year it was.
Hadn't she... died in the line of duty?
Bang—bang bang!
The crisp sound of knocking echoed sharply in the empty room, dragging Ye Mian's consciousness back from the haze.
She frowned, propping herself up with effort from the headboard to get up and open the door.
Passing through the living room, she caught sight of an old-fashioned wall calendar hanging by the wall. One glance at the year printed on it sent another jolt through her heart.
"Who is it?"
When she opened the door, the stuffy air inside was instantly swept away by a cool, gentle breeze.
She had barely spoken when she saw a slender, youthful figure standing outside. He had fair skin, black hair, and an air of casual indifference, his long legs standing straight.
He was tall and thin, his whole bearing cold and aloof. His lips were pale, and in his hand he held two stalks of lucky bamboo.
A ghastly wound marred his temple, and at this very moment... blood was still seeping from it!
Ye Mian stood frozen.
It was... Jiang Chen!
The throbbing ache at the corner of her eye r
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