Killer God: How Could the Patient Be the Herrscher?

My name is Fu Hua, and today is the day Qiye and I are discharged from the hospital. Everyone in Sunshine Hospital knows that I am her exclusive accessory - hugging her waist and shoulder is a daily routine, and rubbing her shoulder during nap is a reserved part. But only I know how hot her gaze hidden behind the black satin is: her fingertips are shaking when she fends off the harassing boy for me, and her breathing becomes disordered when she combs my hair. "Ah Fu's hair is like black ice silk." She stared at me with her ribbon-wrapped eyes, squeezing a low laugh from her throat, "I really want to... Cut a section of it and take it away." It rained heavily that night, and in the dilapidated corridor, the sound of a ghost-faced man gnawing on a human face mixed with the raindrops hitting the ground. Behind him, Qiye suddenly took off his ribbon, and his molten gold seraph eyes lit up in the rain. ——Then she saw the Herrscher of Knowledge standing in front of me covered in blood, with white hair and red eyes holding a chain blade. "Who allowed you to..." The voice from behind was as sweet as candied fruit, but colder than freezing rain, "Dirty my amulet?"