The strand of hair at the crime scene, the direction of the knife wounds on the victim, the hand touching the neck while lying—nothing escapes the profiler’s eyes. The speeding car on the overpass, the suspect’s knife held to a hostage, the bomb threatening the building—none can withstand the homicide captain’s resolve. When transferring positions, Liu Huisheng chose Weng City. Colleagues understood—it was a criminal’s paradise, with profiling material denser than summer raindrops, another doctoral thesis in the making if done well. What they didn’t know was that Weng City’s south district was planted with ginkgo trees. Endless ginkgo leaves built a tomb upon the earth, burying her love. This time, she went to dig it up. God seemed to pity her. The night before her new job, neon lights in a bar revealed that face she loved and hated. Liu Huisheng fell silent, her stunning eyes glinting with triumph: "Zhao Yu, you never forgot me." Drunkenness led to a night of passion. Dressed impeccably for her first day at the police station, she discovered her assigned homicide captain was none other than Zhao Yu—still bearing traces of their encounter beneath his shirt. "Captain Zhao, long time no see." Liu Huisheng smoothed her hair, polite yet distant. Zhao Yu lifted his gaze, his impassive eyes hiding turmoil. He refused to play along: "We met last night. Why the act?"