Deep Fog Kiss

On the last day of August, an autumn wind suddenly rose, and the sky was gray and hazy, like a dirty rag.

Jiang Li went downstairs and quickly ate breakfast.

In the huge restaurant, the only sounds were her eating and drinking.

It was unusually quiet.

From that day on, Gu Zhishen did not come to Beishan Villa for several days.

I didn't come for breakfast in the morning, and I didn't come for dinner in the evening.

Not even a phone call.

Their relationship seemed to have reverted to the way it was during those two years abroad—extremely distant.

Jiang Li quickly finished her breakfast in a few bites and drove off.

The red sports car sped along, heading towards the outskirts of Beijing.

On the outskirts of Jingzhou, the four large characters "Jingzhou Prison" stand out starkly against the thick, gray walls.

Crows cawed as they flew by in the distance, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

Outside the massive iron gate, a seemingly endless concrete road stretched out, deserted except for a bright red Ferrari sports car parked there.

Beside the sports car, a girl in a white dress had large black sunglasses on her face, covering most of it.

She leaned against the sports car, her gaze fixed on the prison gate.

The autumn wind blew, gently lifting her white dress and long hair.

Time passed second by second. Jiang Li raised her hand and looked at her watch.

With each tick of the second hand, it felt like a knife was being plunged into her heart.

Continue until the hour and minute hands coincide at the ten o'clock position.

A loud "boom" came from the prison gate.

She suddenly looked up and saw the iron gate open, and a man walked out.

The man was slightly hunched over, his back bent, and he was carrying an old denim bag.

He stood at the prison gate, paused, and looked up at the long-lost sky.

Jiang Li's fingers tightened suddenly, crumpling the envelope in her hand.

On the letter, a line of black text caught her eye, and she clenched the letter in her palm:

Wu Jianhui was convicted of causing a traffic accident while driving while fatigued and sentenced to seventeen years in prison, with a three-year reduction in sentence. He was released on August 31, 2025, after serving his full sentence.

Two years ago, she had just arrived abroad.

Xiang Yaojie contacted her, "Jiang Li, the person who killed your father is about to be released from prison. He's alive and well, while your father died such a tragic death. Don't you want to know anything about him? Don't you want to ask him why he killed your father?"

She was only eight years old when her father had the accident.

The funeral arrangements were handled by his maternal grandmother and his father's colleagues in the military, and Xiang Yaojie knew a little about it.

He said, "I can give you the perpetrator's information, but on one condition. Two years later, you must return to your home country and get engaged."

Jiang Li's eyes were red-rimmed, and her fingertips trembled as she exerted force.

She looked at the man's weathered face, her eyes flashing with extreme ruthlessness.

Fourteen years have passed.

She finally saw the face of her father's killer!

......

The sky was overcast, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of a woman's perfume.

Wu Jianhui squinted his sunken eyes and glanced over there. The young girl's white dress fluttered in the wind, and she wore sunglasses that covered most of her face, so her features were not visible, but she was so beautiful that her presence could not be ignored.

Judging from her exquisite attire and the expensive sports car beside her, she is clearly the daughter of a wealthy family.

I just don't know why someone like that would appear at the prison gate—a place where every day feels like an eternity, a place no one wants to enter.

Wu Jianhui didn't care why the other person was there or who they were waiting for.

He glanced at the sunlight hiding behind the clouds overhead and slowly walked towards the road.

Beneath the deep sunglasses, a pair of reddened eyes stared intently at the man's back, each step he took leading to new life, towards hope.

Every step we take is about connecting with the world.

But it was because of this man.

She became a homeless orphan.

With each step he took forward, Jiang Li felt as if her heart was being scraped by a knife.

......

Fourteen years ago, on that stormy night.

The massive rain blurred everyone's faces.

Little Jiangli knelt in the rain, staring at the car in front of her that had been smashed to pieces by a truck. Her whole body was cold, and every desperate cry of "Daddy—" tore through the darkness.

She was held tightly in her grandmother's arms, her eyes fixed on the rescue work ahead, her eyes stinging from the dark red bloodstains under the car.

In the distance, the truck driver shouted at the traffic police, "I didn't mean to! Officer, I didn't mean to! I just spaced out for a second, I really didn't mean to!"

Jiang Li's eyes were bloodshot. She suddenly turned her head and glared at the man's back.

The man was still innocently shouting, "He was driving too fast! It was dark and raining, and I couldn't see the road clearly. I braked, but it was too late! I didn't mean to!"

"ah--!!!"

Jiang Li screamed at the top of her lungs, "You did it on purpose! You deliberately hit my dad! It was you! Murderer!"

She was like a stressed little animal, baring her teeth and looking like she wanted to run over and tear the murderer to pieces!

Grandma hugged her tightly, crying out, "Ali! My Ali!"

"You did it on purpose! I saw it! I saw you deliberately crash into my dad's car! It was you!" Jiang Li screamed, her voice trembling as if a knife was rolling down her throat, unaware of the pain.

"You monster! You wicked person! Why did you hit my dad?!"

"Officer! Grandma! I really saw it!"

She struggled in the muddy rain, screaming at the top of her lungs, "He did it on purpose!"

She will always remember the man's face, feigning innocence, as he made his defenses on that rainy night!

No matter how hard she cried, no one believed the eight-year-old girl; they all thought she was just trying to protect her father.

No one paid attention to her curses; they only felt sorry for her.

But she clearly remembered that the truck suddenly changed lanes after seeing her father's car and crashed straight into it.

My father died in that deliberate car accident.

The murderer killed her father, and also destroyed her childhood surrounded by fatherly love.

......

The man walked along the winding cement road carrying an old bag, while a red Ferrari started up and followed at a steady speed.

Jiang Li gripped the steering wheel so tightly that her fingertips turned white, her eyes fixed on the man's back in front of her.

innocent?

What makes a murderer innocent?

Jiang Li's eyes flashed with hatred as she slammed on the gas pedal.

The roar of a sports car engine echoed across the empty, winding concrete road. A man carrying a bag walked ahead, turned around at the sound, and his eyes widened in shock—

The red sports car showed no sign of slowing down and hurtled straight toward him!

Wu Jianhui's eyes widened. Seeing that the sports car was only a few meters away from him and could smash him to pieces in the next second, he quickly reacted and scrambled to the side to avoid it. He stumbled and fell to the side of the road.

The sports car didn't brake, running straight over the spot he had just dodged, brushing past him, its exhaust fumes splattering all over his face.

Wu Jianhui's face turned pale; the person in the car was coming for him!

It was obvious they wanted to run him over!

Just when he thought the sports car was about to drive away, a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground rang out.

The red sports car stopped in front, then reversed for more than ten meters, started the engine again, and sped towards Wu Jianhui, who was sitting on the ground.

Wu Jianhui had nowhere to hide and his face turned ashen.

"ah--"

A piercing scream echoed through the empty road.