Ever since Su Yuyin could remember, he had known that this world was a book. In his eyes, every animal was a stream of data.
Humans included.
So he went crazy.
But there was one person who wasn’t a stream of data. His name was Lin Mo.
And Lin Mo was the least human person in the world. He was a machine.
Machines don’t go crazy.
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Ten years ago, on a rainy night in California,
Su Yuyin was soaked through as he clutched Lin Mo’s hand, his voice breaking apart. “Lin Mo, please… love me.”
Lin Mo pulled his hand away, his tone as if reporting a programming error. “I don’t like you like this.”
After that, one was hospitalized, and the other returned to China.
-
Ten years later, they met again at a banquet.
“Hello, senior.”
“What… did you just call me?”
“…Mr. Su.”
“…Assistant Lin.”
-
Su Yuyin used to think life was a dream, but he didn’t know whose dream he was in.
Now he didn’t think it mattered.
Because Lin Mo was in the dream.
Lin Mo used to think Su Yuyin was the only error in his System.
Impossible to delete, overwrite, or fix.
Now he had learned to keep that error and refuse to update his System.
-
What Su Yuyin didn’t know was that the command to “break up” had never entered Lin Mo’s System.
What Lin Mo didn’t know was that Su Yuyin didn’t love him because he had no other choice.
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“All weather data for tomorrow is confirmed. Should the wedding proceed?”
“Transfer me to a human agent.”
[Mad beauty bottom × rational machine top / reconciliation after a breakup / one-on-one / happy ending / both devoted only to each other]
