Night, a blaze of fire.
As soon as Qin Huai entered the memory, he felt like he had arrived at a crime scene.
He stood outside the warehouse, which was engulfed in flames, occasionally accompanied by harrowing screams. Beside him was a handsome guy dressed in a fitted long robe, with the typical look of a wealthy young master from a Republican-era TV drama.
Yes, a handsome guy.
A handsome guy in the traditional sense.
High nose bridge, well-defined features, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. Even if he couldn't play the lead handsome guy in a TV drama, he could at least get the role of a deep-hearted second male lead.
Plus, in front of him was a box full of blood-stained gold bars, jewels, and Dayang, highlighted by the firelight, making the current scene very much like—
a crime scene.
This is not just like a crime scene; it is indeed a crime scene!
