Suddenly, a strange text message was received on the phone: "You will die in three days."
I replied casually: "I have made a reservation at the crematorium. We will pick you up and drop you off at your door. One-stop service."
Three days later, I was actually tied to the operating table, and the leader of the organ trafficking group looked at me with a sneer.
"Living donor transplantation," I reminded him kindly, "I suggest you write a suicide note first."
Of course they don't know - there's something more deadly than sex running through my veins
——The military's latest nano-toxin blood.
Until Ji Lin kicked open the door and grabbed my wrist amid the hail of bullets.
He said I was not a monster, but someone who could decide which way the door opened.
Now, he carries a rare blood type, and I carry a poisonous body.
Either smash this damn destiny together, or pierce the sky.
As for what's behind the door——
It's us.
Text third person
Ji Lin (attack) x Shen Yu (receive)
Purpose: Break the shackles of fate