When the screeching sound of brakes exploded in my eardrums, I smelled death.
It's the smell of rust mixed with cheap perfume, the smell of burnt tires on the asphalt road, and the scent of white lotus on Su Nian's body that has made me sick for twenty years.
Wrong.
I'm already dead.
I was shot by Su Nian and died in her carefully designed "accidental car accident".
I opened my eyes suddenly, and the dazzling sunlight hit my pupils. I was sitting in the back seat of a black Porsche, the Patek Philippe on my left wrist pointing to two forty-seven in the afternoon. Familiar road section, familiar bends, familiar - the out-of-control container truck on the opposite side is roaring towards me.
This is not reality.
This is the last time in my previous life that I would block a gun for Su Nian.
"Host Ji Xinglan, System 666 has issued a mandatory mission [Stand-in to block gun]. Mission description: The container truck will hit your vehicle in three seconds. Please take the initiative to protect Su Nian and bear fatal injuries for her. Mission reward: 100 luck points. Mission failure: death."
The cold electronic sound sounded in my mind, exactly the same as in the previous life.
