Who Killed My Rose
When loving you becomes the evidence of a crime I cannot deny
The person I loved most died before my eyes, and everyone, myself included, believed I was the killer.
“I came back, but my rose had already withered.”
After a car accident, Zhou Jin, a gifted rising director, wakes to find that the world has been turned upside down. His beloved, Ling Qinghong, a singer-songwriter with an extraordinary spark, died in despair on a stormy night. Every piece of evidence, every public accusation, even the bloodstained diary Ling left behind, points to the same truth: Zhou Jin's years of coldness, belittlement, public humiliation, and emotional abuse drove him to his death.
Zhou Jin falls apart. Because he “remembers” that he wasn't the one who did those things.
“I wear the killer's face and weep the victim's tears.”
His memories are riddled with uncanny gaps. To his horror, Zhou Jin discovers that a transmigrator from another world named Pei Li once inhabited his body. Pei Li took control of him and treated Ling Qinghong, the lover Zhou Jin treasured above all else, as the perfect tool for completing “System missions” and collecting “despair points.” Every devastating act of cruelty was carried out by Zhou Jin's hands, wearing Zhou Jin's face.
The real Zhou Jin was a soul trapped inside his own body, a powerless observer who could only watch as the person he loved was slowly crushed by “himself” until he withered away.
“Justice that comes too late isn't justice. It's torture.”
How can he prove to the world that the killer was an invisible “ghost”? How can he carry on in the killer's body and mourn the rose he “killed” himself?
