A sharp, capable forensic pathologist VS a ruthless killer. (The female lead is chaste; the male lead is not.)
Someone who is always talking about death doesn’t really want to die. They’re longing for love.
Love came too late, and every beautiful moment was destined to remain only a memory.
That time was intoxicating for him, but absurd for her.
Male lead: I love you.
Female lead: Don’t come any closer! I must have blown up the galaxy or torched someone’s ancestral graves in my last life. Otherwise, how could I randomly pick up a thing like you on the side of the road?
