——Your heart is the medicine that keeps him alive, and your smile is the drug that he can't get rid of.
"The fake angel with a white dress stained with blood × the real devil who relies on hatred to survive"
"When conspiracy becomes nourishment, love is the only terminal disease"
On the day when the Jiang family in the capital recognized their real daughter, Tang Qinghe personally fed the fake daughter Jiang Zhiqiao a piece of cake at the welcome banquet.
There was a hemolytic agent wrapped in the cream, and there was a recorder pressed under the knife and fork - she had known that the glass of "family orange juice" was laced with a fatal drug.
Song Zhiyan watched the farce with cold eyes. Tang Qinghe's blood analysis report was hidden under his white coat.
The heart matching rate of 99.8% Is like a devil's contract, while his father is sharpening his sword.
"Will you cooperate?" He put the scalpel into her palm, "I will help you destroy the Jiang family, and you help me... Taste the heartbeat before you die."
Tang Qinghe smiled and licked off the blood seeping from his wrist: "Okay, but I have to increase the price -"
The tip of the knife suddenly penetrated his left chest and stopped in front of the pulsating flesh.
"In your bucket list... You have to add 'love Tang Qinghe till death'."
Song Zhiyan bit Tang Qinghe's lip on the operating table: "If I survive..."
The electrocardiogram monitor made a piercing scream, and he swallowed the bloody oath with a smile:
"Let's make Zhou Huaisi's skull into a wedding ring box."
You have to believe
The purest light in the world was born in the dirtiest mud.
And I will cut open the rotten chest and let you see——
What a blazing sun burns inside.
"Song Zhiyan, you live by my heart, so you have to breathe with my hatred."
"As you command, my donor."
