You need 300,000 yuan to save a life. I need one minute of a life where someone loves me.
On a stormy night, Duan Linxi, a girl from an urban village, tremblingly opens an email:
System: “Buy my body. I'll pay you 300,000 up front. Take the fall for me, jump from buildings, and block knives for three years.”
At the same moment, in a bedroom in a top-tier wealthy household, Xue Zhiqiu mixes antidepressants into her caviar and hits send:
“Take over my identity and tear apart this diamond-studded shroud! In exchange... eat a bite of birthday cake for me.”
As their despair resonates through an anonymous inbox, a blinding white light erupts, and the gears of an antique pocket watch thunder in their minds.
When they open their eyes again:
Duan Linxi is lying on a million-yuan mattress when a servant sneers and yanks off the covers. “Stop pretending to be sick! The young master is waiting for you to get on your knees and wipe his car.”
Xue Zhiqiu stares at a leaky roof as her phone vibrates nonstop: “Your grandmother's ventilator will be switched off in one hour.”
The quick transmigration system binds them with a chilling command:
Use her body to bring down the wealthy family, or your grandmother loses her medication!
Use her life to earn 300,000 yuan, or your memories will be sealed forever!
In each other's pupils, they see a bloody countdown:
“Get revenge for me.” “Take care of my grandmother for me.”
Until a bloodstained baby's swaddling cloth falls out of a locked attic cabinet.
The yellowing medical file reads: “Twin memory symbiosis syndrome.”
