Some people pray to gods for blessings.
Someone steals the gift of fate.
Lin Xu'an belongs to the latter.
He stole the name "Lin Xu'an" and lived for twenty years. Delicate, perfect, rocking.
The appearance of Shen Zhixing was the first crack in his perfect world.
This man knows all his secrets:
The trembling arms when drawing blood, the silent collapse late at night, and... The dirty blood flowing in the bones that does not belong to the Lin family.
Shen Zhixing said: "I want you to live well."
So, he cleared away the threats for him, organized his life, and knelt on the floor beside his bed, calculating the distance he could touch within three seconds.
Lin Xu'an said: "This is just a transaction."
So, he gave him money, gave him orders, and gave him everything to maintain the illusion of "employer".
Until a rainy night, truth and desire burst out at the same time.
He pinched his neck and asked, licking his tears and laughing.
It turns out that there is a relationship between them
It has long been a near-death game of "whoever admits defeat first will lose everything".
Intention: When stealing becomes survival, when surveillance becomes protection, two people who grew up in lies, in each other's twisted reflections, salvage something heavier than the truth - love.
