Don't Touch It, I'm Cold Bread

Blonde earrings, illogical, affectionate beauty, wet, taciturn, desperate, pious, tsundere Whale Scale VS Cong Liang I, Cong Liang, am a baker who can hardly afford to pay the rent. Half of the bread I make is sold to the living, and half is offered as a memorial to the dead. Until a crazy guy named Whale Scale moved into the attic. He peered at me through binoculars, whistled on the stairs and scanned me with his eyes. I endured it. But when I was worried about rent, he suddenly rushed into my shop, grabbed the bread that no one bought and wolfed it down. Then he smiled at me with his fangs, the old rent collector died suddenly, and Whale Scales abnormally broke into my life. Later I learned that he was looking at a dead boy named "Yue" through me. But when he kisses me, when the sirens tear apart the dusk we embrace, I was shamefully moved. It turns out that I am not a sacrifice. I am the most confused accomplice in this "crime". Intention: We will be free and like birds.