Chain of Embers

The night I picked him up, it rained heavily and the blood was very hot. The scar under his collarbone is the "tombstone" I left for the traitor three years ago. Gin never thought that he would meet the oriental man who should have died in a pool of blood at the mission site again. Amnesia, serious injuries, as fragile as glass that can break at the touch of a finger - Lin Mo, an empty shell with only his name left. By some mistake, Gin dragged the lost lamb back to the wolf's den. Name him "Thorn" and watch him tremble with fear to instinctively shine in the killing. Rumors spread throughout the organization that he was a forbidden concubine raised by gin. Only Gin knew the confusion deep in those dark eyes, and the poisonous fire called "possession" that was stirred up in his heart. When the fragments of memory split reality, and when the codename "Jhin" ignited, Lin Mo saw his true face clearly: he was both a weapon forged by Gin himself and a sharp knife piercing the heart of the organization. While he was immersed in the twisted sense of security under Gin's cold wings, he was burned by the unforgettable mission before his amnesia. Gin grabbed his throat, feeling the turbulent betrayal under his pulse with his fingertips: "Remember? Then die again." Lin Mo looked into the icy green abyss while suffocating: "Shoot... Before you shoot, tell me... Why didn't you make up for that shot three years ago?" The embers rekindled, burning the heart and corroding the bones. The strong liquor enters the throat, locking the soul and seizing the soul. ——This is a desperate love that begins with killing, is trapped in memory, and ends with you and me burning together.