A cataclysmic rift tore across the planet, splitting the continent into scattered islands.
The world was remade, and order collapsed.
Only the reason he disappeared remains the one mystery I can’t solve.
Song Shu never imagined he would go mad waiting for someone in this underground brothel, where he was barely scraping by.
He thought he’d long since kicked his addiction to being loved, until Li Ling vanished without a trace.
The only person who ever taught him what “pain” meant: how could he just leave like that?
On the seventh day after the world sank beneath the waves, Song Shu tucked a gun into the back of his waistband and set out from the festering red-light district.
Politicians made deals in secret chambers, the black market sold human nature, and survivors rebuilt “civilization” among the ruins.
All he wanted was to cross this man-eating wasteland and find that stubborn, soft-hearted little rascal.
[Li Ling, wait for me.
This time, I’ll be the one to come to you.]
CP: Song Shu (strong pursuer) × Li Ling (strong pursued)
• Song Shu: A man with overwhelming combat prowess and alexithymia. His ruthless, cold-blooded demeanor is a shield; unquestioning obedience is a privilege reserved for one person.
• Li Ling: A little ray of sunshine with extraordinary empathy, stubborn and unwilling to give up. “I’m just XXY, not an Omega! And I’m not a bottom! I’m neither!” (Song Shu smiles and nods: Right, you’re not a bottom. You’re my wife.)
