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

This fish pond, about half an acre in size, is surrounded by wild grass and a few old trees. The dense branches and leaves give it a quiet air.


You Mingxu stands by the pond, observing for a moment, puts on shoe covers, and begins to look around along the muddy path beside the pond. Jing Ping follows her example, also putting on shoe covers and trailing behind her.


The mud is soft, human steps would leave clear footprints. Whether they could find useful traces, however, remains unknown.


After walking about half the distance around the pond, You Mingxu squats down. The path is narrow, so Jing Ping squats behind her. A set of footprints is seen coming down from a nearby slope, onto the muddy path beside the pond. The footprints, roughly estimated to be about a size 42, seem to belong to a man of average weight and build, wearing sports shoes. The depth of the footprints is average, indicating the man's normal walking stride.


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