I Read Everyone’s Thoughts, But Couldn’t Understand Them

Qi Mo has a little secret he can't tell anyone: he can see words floating above other people's heads. They're usually the inner monologues of modern office workers, things like “social anxiety acting up” or “I really want to go home and lie flat,” though sometimes secrets he shouldn't see flash by, too.

As a seasoned “observer,” Qi Mo adheres to three principles: don't pry, don't interfere, and don't get attached. That is, until a blind date brings him face to face with Lin Xi. The words above her head are garbled, with a line of vivid red countdown numbers beneath them: 71:59:23...

“You can see it too, right?” Lin Xi swirls the ice in her coffee. “The countdown to my death above my head.”