Three years after my husband passed away, I lived with my ten-year-old son guarding memories.
During the Qingming Festival, the tomb exploded, and a man who looked exactly like his deceased husband crawled out of the soil.
He is Lin Yuan-7, a bionic robot from 2043.
He inherited all the memories of his late husband, but the battery life is only **180 days**.
He would scan the human body for medical treatment, yell at parents who bullied them, tear apart my boss who harassed me, and protect my son and me under his wings.
But he had no heartbeat.
The core of the operation is hidden under the temple, and the power is decreasing day by day.
"Su Wanyue, I am not Lin Yuan. Those loves are not programs, they are loopholes written by me."
On the day when the countdown reaches zero, he will shut down completely and turn into a pile of cold parts.
I thought we were destined to part ways.
Until the time administration's sworn enemy handed over a life-betting agreement:
Either format all memories and live forever, or meet death with all love.
I risked my own nerves to give him a new life.
But after rebirth, this robot completely turned into a love brain:
"In the next life, I don't want to copy other people's lives. I just want to be Lin Qi, and I only love Su Wanyue."
