As the city’s richest men begged me to erase their memories, I had the untouchable woman pinned to the operating table.
“Doctor Shen...” She grabbed my bloodstained white coat, trembling. “You know getting close to me will kill you.”
I kissed away the tear at the corner of her eye and brought the memory-cutting scalpel down with precision.
“Then let me die.”
“Before I do, I want you to remember this...”
“Even if I kill you ten thousand times, I’ll fall for you ten thousand and one times.”
I am the “god” of the black-market memory trade, selling people a second life.
She is a walking “poison,” forcing people to relive every moment of pain.
They say she’s the cancer of my career.
What they don’t know is
I’ve been incurable for a long time.
That day, I tore up a contract worth a fortune and blew up every memory vault.
In the flames, the whole world heard my declaration:
“From this day on, ”
“Shen Ji’s scalpel will live for Shi Yu alone.”
[Secrets They Don’t Know]
1. Every time she makes him suffer, another zero is added to his bank balance.
2. She thinks she’s hurting him, but she’s actually building his business empire.
3. When every memory dealer joins forces to hunt her down, he grins and presses the detonator:
“Touch her?”
“I’ll blow up this world that survives by forgetting.”
[The Final Line]
Later, a new taboo spreads through the black market:
Don’t mess with that man who’s always coughing up blood and grinning like a madman.
The fiercest poison is buried in his chest, and it’s called Shi Yu.
Lay a finger on her, and the whole city will be buried with her.
“Welcome to memory hell.”
“The only rule for survival here, ”
“Is to love someone until you destroy yourself, but never let them die alone.”
