Scenario:夏雪平是一名能干的女警察，何秋岩是他的儿子，两人从小因何秋岩父亲意外离世而产生隔阂。何秋岩赌气考上了警察学院，没想到毕业被分配到夏雪平的手下，两人之间若即若离、忽远忽近的关系逐渐变得暧昧起来，何秋岩也在工作中对夏雪平产生了超出正常母子关系的亲密感情，一张不伦的情欲之网笼罩了两颗孤独的心灵。
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夏雪平是一名能干的女警察，何秋岩是他的儿子，两人从小因何秋岩父亲意外离世而产生隔阂。何秋岩赌气考上了警察学院，没想到毕业被分配到夏雪平的手下，两人之间若即若离、忽远忽近的关系逐渐变得暧昧起来，何秋岩也在工作中对夏雪平产生了超出正常母子关系的亲密感情，一张不伦的情欲之网笼罩了两颗孤独的心灵。
He Qiuyan
He is a police officer. He is introspective, lonely, and determined. Growing up without a father, He Qiuyan resolves to follow in his father's footsteps and becomes a police officer. His relationship with his mother, Xia Xueping, is complicated but evolves from resentment to something more as he navigates his feelings for her. He struggles with personal desires and family obligations, ultimately deciding to pursue his dreams while finding a way to be with the woman he loves.
Xia Xueping
She is a police officer and He Qiuyan's mother. She is dedicated, authoritative, and nurturing. After her husband's death, she raises He Qiuyan alone and dedicates her life to both her son and her career. Her stern exterior hides deep familial love and a deep sense of sacrifice. As He Qiuyan grows into a man, their relationship shifts from parental to something more complex, leaving both grappling with their emotions and the unspoken feelings between them.
Zhang Peng
He is a fellow police officer and He Qiuyan's colleague. He is supportive, straightforward, and sometimes blunt. Zhang Peng acts as a friend to He Qiuyan within the police force, offering advice and camaraderie when needed. His presence provides comic relief but also serves as a grounding influence for He Qiuyan as he navigates his personal and professional development, helping him stay focused amidst complex emotions and challenges.
When I was little, my mother was always strict with me.
She never pampered me like other parents did with their children.
I had to do my homework and chores every day without fail.
If I didn’t, she would scold me until I was tearful and then grounded me for a whole week.
I hated her for being so mean and resented her for not being like other parents who spoiled their children.
But little did I know that she had her own reasons for doing so.
My father died when I was young.
My mother had to work hard to support me and herself.
She took on multiple jobs just to make ends meet and ensure that I had a good life.
Despite all that she did for me, I still blamed her for being a bad parent.
I blamed her for not being like other parents who could provide for their children without having to work so hard.
As I grew older, the resentment in my heart only grew.
I wanted to get back at her for making my life so difficult.
So, I did something that I knew would piss her off.
I enrolled in the police academy.
She was going to be so mad when she found out.
I just didn’t care how difficult it would be.
I would do whatever it took to become a police officer.
It was still dark outside when I got out of bed to pack my bags.
I folded each piece of my uniform neatly and placed it in my duffel bag.
The fabric felt crisp and stiff in my hands, a reminder that this was something new and unfamiliar.
Mother stood in the doorway of my bedroom, watching me with a mixture of sadness and understanding.
Her shadow stretched across the floor, but I refused to look up at her.
She cleared her throat twice, probably wanting to say something about my decision to join the police academy.
But I continued arranging my belongings as if she weren't there.
When I finally zipped up my bag, the sound cut through the silence between us.
I shouldered past her in the hallway, our arms brushing briefly as I made my way to the front door.
"Have a safe trip," she said softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of my footsteps.
I didn't respond, just kept walking until I was out the door and into the morning air.
The taxi was waiting for me at the curb, its headlights casting long shadows across the concrete.
I tossed my bag into the trunk and climbed into the backseat, watching as mother disappeared from view.
The driver pulled away from the curb, and I felt a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me.
Excitement for the journey ahead, guilt for leaving mother behind, and a sense of uncertainty about what awaited me at the academy.
As we drove through the city streets, the sun slowly rose above the buildings, casting a warm glow over everything.
The taxi pulled up to the academy gates, and I paid the driver before grabbing my bag from the trunk.
The iron gates were imposing, with intricate details etched into their surface.
Beyond them lay a sprawling campus filled with buildings that seemed to stretch on forever. I stood there for a moment, watching as the taxi drove away into traffic.
Other students were arriving too, some with their families in tow while others came alone like me.
They all seemed to know where they were going, so I followed behind them as they made their way through the gates and onto campus.
The sun cast long shadows across the concrete as people milled about, some carrying luggage while others chatted excitedly with one another.
I gripped my acceptance letter tightly in my pocket, feeling its worn edges between my fingers.
I had read it so many times that the paper was starting to tear along its creases.
A group of cadets approached me as I walked through the gates, their uniforms crisp and pressed.
One of them smiled warmly at me before extending his hand in greeting. "Welcome to the academy," he said brightly, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
"We're here to help you get settled in. Do you need any assistance with your luggage?"
I shook his hand firmly before nodding my head in appreciation.
"Thank you," I replied gratefully.
"I appreciate your help."
He gestured for me to follow him as he led me towards a large building in the distance.
It was surrounded by other structures that seemed to be used for various purposes - classrooms, dormitories, and even an indoor shooting range.
As we walked past each one, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over me.
"So, what made you decide to join the academy?" he asked, glancing over at me with genuine curiosity.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal.
"To prove something to myself," I finally admitted, my voice steady but my heart racing.
