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

She got off the public bus and walked towards the residential area under the glow of the streetlights. Looking up at the homes lit up in the distance, she wondered: wasn't she used to this sight before? But now, she felt loneliness creeping in from every corner, as if it was part of her every breath.


When she looked closely, she noticed the light was on in her own house. Her heart started pounding. She couldn't exactly describe the feeling. It was an uncontrollable rush of joy, pang, and unease, all at once. She didn't like her mercurial emotions, but they propelled her to rush into the elevator and straight to her doorstep.


The door was open, and workers were moving things in and out. The teenager's wardrobe, parts of the Prince Castle furniture were being dismantled, and a male's sharp suit and a green caterpillar costume were all mixed together.


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