Immaculate Sound

Jiang Wu heard the secrets of the whole world, but could not hear An Ning. Within a hundred meters, people's desires buzzed like gnats, malice pierced like ice picks, and even the most trivial distracting thoughts could grind down his nerves. This telepathy, awakened since childhood, is a curse rather than a gift - he was abandoned by his parents as a monster and became an experimental subject of a secret agency. He closed himself in the endless noise of his heart, and his only desire was a deep sleep that would not be awakened. Until he met Mu Zi. The young man who could heal scars with his bare hands had a pale gold shimmer on his palms, and the petals he coughed up were stained with the unhealed curse. He is as gentle as the moonlight soaked in the stream. He will bandage the wounds of stray cats. He will give the last piece of bread to beggars. Even the thoughts in his heart are as clean as the first snow. "Your heart is very noisy." Jiang Wu retreated instinctively. Mu Zi just smiled and gently placed his palms on his frowning brows due to headache: "Then, can I help you cover your ears?" When the mind reader encounters the only unreadable purity, and when the healer encounters the scar that does not want to be touched, the two souls imprisoned by supernatural powers will eventually hear the echo of redemption in each other's shadow. And those snoops lurking in the dark, the remaining remnants of the organization, and the curse that has been entangled for hundreds of years are quietly weaving a web, dragging them into a deeper whirlpool...