The mechanical heart in my chest is a time cage forged by you yourself;
"With every heart I save, I get closer to becoming a perfect puppet."
Jiang Xueqing's right hand is dying——
After a woman is rescued from childbirth, her knuckles will have peach wood growth rings;
The child who was cured of the plague would have three inches of silk wrapped around his wrist.
When Lu Chenzhou put the stethoscope against her cold heart,
Machinery and flesh resonate to create a doomsday love song:
"Listen, the clockwork under the third rib,
Much like the mismatched heartbeat when we first kissed. "
In the dark night, she cut open her half-wooden chest,
Sew up his broken mechanical heart with puppet silk.
The silver nail in the emperor's skull began to count down,
The fetus in her belly turns her womb into a precision gear set.
When the scalpel fell for the last time,
She has to choose which half of her soul should survive——
It is a heart specimen that remains in modern times and will beat forever.
Or become the most perfect immortal doll in ancient times?
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