When I left Lu Hanchuan, I gave him a "big gift" - a countdown virus buried in his company's system. The scarlet numbers on the screen record every second of my heart dying. He sneered, and it wasn't until his career collapsed and everyone deserted him that he knelt down in the rain and begged me to stop. I swung my wine glass and chuckled while watching the live broadcast: "What's the hurry? When the crematorium has been burned for a thousand days, the real crematorium will begin."
