Shen Zhiwei always thought that her encounter with He Jinye was a gift from fate.
On that rainy night, the soaked, pale and fragile Omega fainted in front of her door. His snowy skin was dyed cold by the light, like an abandoned precious porcelain. She put it away distressedly and took good care of it.
He Jin is also well-behaved and dependent, and his heart and eyes are full of her.
When Omega was trembling in pain in her arms due to an inexplicable illness, his cold eyes were filled with blurred water, and his whole body almost turned into a pool of spring water. He squeezed out broken sobs from between his teeth: "Please... Please."
A crying voice begged for a temporary mark, but Shen Zhiwei hesitated to speak.
She was an alpha with incomplete glands, unable to truly soothe an omega.
Shen Zhiwei could only give a reluctant temporary mark, but also handed over his unreserved sincerity. They had a sweet time, and Shen Zhiwei tried his best to find a way to treat her illness.
So, when He Jinye's family finally came, Shen Zhiwei was really happy for her. She thought that as He Jinya said, they would have a future.
Until she heard it with her own ears, He Jin also said to others in a cold tone that she had never heard before: "If only Destiny could cure my disease, how could I have acted with her for these few months? It's really funny."
At that moment, Shen Zhiwei's world collapsed silently.
It turns out that from the rainy night when they first met to every dependent hug, from the pain of illness to the sweet mark, it was all a drama carefully calculated by her.
He Jinye's illness was never incurable, but the medicine happened to be him.
She let go silently, ending the joke. It was as if he had never known this person before.
Later, He Jin had everything he needed, and his symptoms were stable, but he was tortured by the pain of losing that breath every night. She finally understood that what she calculated was not medicine, but love that cut out her heart and bones.
He Jin also found his former lover again. His once cold eyes were now full of water, but deep in his pupils burned some kind of almost crazy obsession.
She buried her head into the side of He Jinye's neck, her voice trembling slightly.
"Just let me die in your hands. At least this way, the last thing I smell... Is still your scent."
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