I was locked up in a mental hospital for the seventh year, and the new attending doctor wanted to have a "fake relationship" with me.
She said she would use me as bait to catch those man-eating things.
I smiled and agreed, and turned off the chip she brought to monitor me.
She doesn't know that every patient here is a "former eye" raised by me.
She doesn't even know that the candle dragon sealed in her body is the last knife in my plan to kill the gods.
When weirdness awakens in the city, our fake couple, each with his own hidden agenda, can only dance a god-killing waltz on the border between madness and sanity.
——"Wanwan, if this play is over, can we make the fake become real?"
——"Li Daoyi, survive first, and then negotiate terms with me."
