"He was to be my Creator, and I was destined to tear the Bible into pieces."
The day I was numbered S-019 by the auction house, I became Pei Heng's most perfect collection.
He put a quantum collar on me, used a robotic arm to measure every inch of my bones, and set up five thousand mirrors in the Palace of Mirrors to monitor my pupils.
Everyone knows that Nanyang Pei Jiuye is gentle and elegant, but they don't know that he would untie his tie embroidered with Sanskrit in the middle of the night and push the tranquilizer into my trembling waist: "Little Qiangwei, your genetic chain has long been engraved with my name."
When the laboratory memory recovered, I finally saw the bloody truth——
Those golden thorns wrapped around the mechanical heart were originally the love charms he personally planted into my spinal cord twenty years ago.
