[Interstellar Mystery | Solving Cases Through Last Words | Female Lead's Growth | Slow-Burn Romance]
Jiang Mian was the most ordinary corpse-cleaning worker at the Ninth Processing Station, until a contaminated body about to be sent into the incinerator called her by name.
"Jiang Mian, don't burn me. Wen Zheng is still alive."
But Wen Zheng was the Empire's God of War, given a state funeral three years ago.
She stopped the incinerator, but her credentials were suspended, and she narrowly avoided being added to the destruction list. The dead person's ID chip and the altered transport records both pointed to a quarantine station that had supposedly been decommissioned three years ago, yet was still receiving oxygen.
She can hear the final words of contaminated corpses, but can't ask them questions. And what they say may not be the truth.
When she finally found the sealed pod, the person inside opened his eyes. The first thing he said to her was:
"Destroy me."
A smell of love