The Sinking Boat Meets Clear Skies

In the post-apocalyptic wasteland, beneath an industrial complex, we are the last pair of scientists left.

Machines roar and the virus runs rampant. I stare at the failed data, trembling.

"Lu Chenzhou, if we can't make the vaccine, the whole industrial district will collapse. We'll die."

His hands, smeared with oil and blood, clasp mine tightly. His voice is as deep as steel.

"Then we'll die together. In our next life, I'll marry you again."

I slam the vaccine sample onto the control console, industrial fire blazing in my eyes.

"In this life, we'll save the world first. Then we can talk about the rest of our lives."

There is no romance of moonlight and flowers, only gears and conviction.

We make the factory our battlefield, data our blade, and our lives the stakes.

The most hard-core romance between an industrial couple:

To carve each other's names into the epic of humanity's survival.

First, save the world side by side. Then, hold each other until death.