Do you know the price of seeing through people's true nature?
My ex-boyfriend, Lin Chen, sent me a “Relationship Settlement Agreement” and demanded 640,000 yuan, with every clause itemizing each rose and every dinner he had given me over our three-year relationship.
I signed it, thinking that would settle the debt we'd calculated in the currency of love. That night, loan sharks kicked down my door and said my father owed them three million.
I saw gray lines attached to them, and clearly traced the gray debt line on the debt collector to its end, where it was marked: “Actual controller: Lin Chen.”
A week later, I snuck into Jiangcheng's most exclusive charity gala. With a dinner knife, I knocked a tray out of a waiter's hands and stopped an assassination attempt against a business tycoon.
The man who hired me handed me a black card and said I could see through people's hearts.
He bent down to pick up the ring I'd dropped. Inside were the initials of my parents' names.
“Miss Su,” he said, looking up. “Have we met in some experiment?”
The clearest line, blood-red, stretched out from my heart and disappeared straight into the darkness. At the other end was a man I'd never seen before.
Beside the line between us floated a line of text: [Test Subject Zero, Anchor A-01 bound, synchronization time remaining: 72 hours].
Whose experimental subject am I, really?
