Shen Jin died on the operating table for the fifth time.
Before the blood dried, I heard the person outside the door say - "It's a pity, there are still two more."
When he opened his eyes again, he was back to a time before everything happened.
Three days before the allocation ceremony, the number had not yet been engraved on the wrist.
This time, he didn't run away.
Pretend to be a low match, sneak into the laundry room, win over outsiders, and steal the fertility department's account books.
Zhao Ping? A19? Come one by one.
He wants this system that treats people as human beings to burn him to ashes.
"Not enough." These are the two words he says most often.
Because what he wanted was never to change his life.
It's the whole day of this camp.
