I, Song Buyin, am a venomous, perverse little pitiful person who just wants to live in the infinite flow.
Until I met Wen Yao, the doctor who always smiled at me.
"The wound needs to be disinfected." He lowered his eyes and bandaged me, his fingertips feeling hot.
Later, I pulled him by the collar in a pool of blood: "What are you pretending to be, Dr. Wen? You are obviously... A lunatic like me."
He chuckled, his breath spraying on my sensitive skin, "Now, my heartbeat is in my hands, poor thing."
"You can't escape."
