Standing downstairs of Gu Yan’s previous studio, Jiang Jingcheng thought of the words his father said. The pictures of Chen Qian and Gu Yan flashed through his mind.

He thought of Chen Qian’s tearful face when she was imploring, Gu Yan’s faint smile, and Chen Qian’s madness of persuading him to be a spy as well as Gu Yan’s unconditional trust to him.

Every scene was playing back and flashed quickly in his mind. At last, two pictures were frozen in his ...