Introduction: [Mensao strong attack x weak and optimistic reception]
"One hundred thousand dollars, for you to protect me."
Underground boxing champion Zhou Shanhui never thought that the young man in a white sweatshirt who always watched him boxing in the audience would offer such a deal.
He didn't even expect——
The young man became his deskmate, his creditor, and the only light in his dark life.
Guang said: "Zhou Shan came back, I'm sick. The kind that can't be cured."
"That's a cure." Zhou Shanhui wiped the blood from his fist, "If you can earn your life in the ring, you can earn money."
——But if the end of the arena is death, the end of the hospital room is eternal farewell.
How should this transaction that started with money end with love?
Intention: "Love is not about exchanging lives for lives, but about two broken souls lighting up a never-extinguished light for each other on the way to the end."
