Su Liang has thirty days left to live.
He coldly locked the phone screen displaying his countdown and went out to the balcony to light a cigarette.
The text had arrived just in time: before he killed himself, after he'd stopped wanting to live.
As the cigarette was about to burn his fingers, he made a decision:
He would use these thirty days to say goodbye to the family and lover who loathed him.
Then, at the end, he would leave in a blaze of glory.
*
Xia Chengzhao never imagined that the lover he hated would show up just to ask him to make a pot of soup he hadn't made in ages.
He also never imagined that Su Liang would suddenly spit blood right in front of him.
And he certainly never imagined that Su Liang had come to say goodbye.
Their final meeting passed in this absurd, fleeting way.
Afterward, all he had left were scant memories and a cold tombstone.
Theme: Treasure the people by your side.
