Perhaps it's because this is the first major case he has taken on since becoming the captain of the criminal investigation team.
Jiang An inexplicably felt a heavy burden on his shoulders, as if there was a giant stone pressing on his heart, making even his breathing seem exceptionally heavy.
Under pressure, people often find it hard to sleep; insomnia becomes the most direct outlet.
At this moment, it was already two-thirty in the morning, the world outside was silent, the entire city seemed to have sunk into slumber, yet he still felt no sleepiness.
Every detail, every doubt of the case kept replaying in his mind, each image piercing his nerves like a needle.
Despite the soft texture of the sofa cushion beneath him, he tossed and turned, unable to find a position that allowed him to relax; every inch of his muscle was tense like a bowstring.
Ultimately, Jiang An simply sat up, walked to his desk, and opened the thick stack of files once again.
