Ding Mo

He said, "Everyone has judged me guilty, what about you?"
She said, "Maybe."
He laughed, "So what are you going to do?"
She said, "Find evidence, either to clear your name or to catch you, and then wait for you."
He said, "Fine, it's a deal."
The purpose of this blurb is to set the mood, don't be misled. This story is extremely sweet.
A suspense-romance novel, updated with 3000+ words before 8 PM from Monday to Saturday. The author, an old guy, takes a break on Sunday.

If I Am Guilty

A soft, warm body entered the sleeping bag. He heard the woman's voice again, followed by her scream. He quickly crawled out of the sleeping bag, only to see a pair of eyes.


The woman's eyes were so bright, he thought. They were like clouds on the plateau, honest, unpolluted.


Of all the people he encountered later, none had eyes like hers, none had a body as soft and nice to hold, and none, despite being in the opposing gazes of many, were willing to look at him seriously, show comforting eyes, or let him hold their hand.


The self-proclaimed assistant said a lot to him. He talked about his name, his age, how he was a famous writer, and how successful he was in managing his career. But to him, all of these, even including the name "Yin Feng", felt distant.


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