I posted a spread of delicious food my boyfriend had made for me on my social media.
But my best friend suddenly sent me a private message: “Don’t eat it. This is food from the underworld. Eat it for seven days in a row and you’ll die without a doubt. That short-lived guy is trying to trade his life for yours!”
I couldn’t help laughing to myself. I wasn’t going to live much longer anyway, so why would anyone bother trading lives with me?
“Stop joking. I’ve already eaten it seven times, and my skin is even softer and more radiant than before!”
I instinctively touched my face, and my best friend sent another message.
“These are signs that you’re about to die from eating food from the underworld. Once he gets your blood and drips it onto the life-swapping talisman, not even the gods can save you.”
As I wavered between belief and doubt, my boyfriend, Shen Yan, called.
He sobbed quietly. “Lili, please come to the hospital right away, okay? I hit someone with my car. He needs your rare panda blood to save his life. I don’t want to go to prison, Lili. Please save me.”
