After the world collapsed, only one primitive rule remained: survive.
Xie Chen was a shadow among the ruins, silent and strong, a blunt blade soaked in blood, swinging only to stay alive.
That was until he met Lu Yan in a withered birch forest.
The man leaned against a rusted truck, the last crumpled cigarette pinched between his fingers. He looked so relaxed, as if taking an afternoon nap rather than fleeing the apocalypse. He glanced up, embers that had not quite gone out glowing in his eyes, and his lips curved into a perfectly measured, almost gentle smile.
“Hey,” he said, his voice scattering in the wind. “Want to team up?”
One sentence, one hook. Xie Chen knew it was a trap, but stepped right into it anyway.
While everyone else struggled to survive in the wasteland, they played a dangerous game.
Lu Yan was the most skilled angler, using his casual smile and broken past as bait to test Xie Chen’s limits, inch by inch.
And Xie Chen was a beast who willingly took the bait, offering him absolute force and loyalty. He would burn cities for him, lock them down for him, and bare his back and every weakness without reservation.
“Xie Chen, your life belongs to me.”
“Mm.”
“Don’t you dare die.”
“All right.”
When the shadows of the old world came chasing after them again, and the madness and fragility beneath Lu Yan’s perfect mask were laid bare...
Xie Chen simply tightened his grip on Lu Yan’s hand, blade pointed at the whole world. “I’ll overturn your rules. I’ll fall into your abyss with you.”
This was the quietest vow on the wasteland, and the wildest romance of all.
