No one dares to mess with Jin Yuheng, the cold king of hell in Beijing.
Except Yu Liao. At the banquet, he forced her to play the piano, but she blocked his trumpet.
He chased her car, but she drifted and left him half a city behind.
Everyone said that the rose with thorns would be cut off sooner or later. Yu Liao smiled: "Come on, who is afraid of whom?"
"A competition," he said.
"Why?" She asked.
He didn't answer, just picked up the piano.
Later she realized that he was not inviting her to play piano, but to dance. A dance that you can never stop dancing after, the Blood Kiss Waltz.
What will a person see on the retina in the last second before consciousness dissipates?
Yu Liao didn't know it before.
Later she found out - it was a dance.
Three shots.
One step to meet, one step to fall, one step to farewell.
"Jin Yuheng, you are lying."
"You said your heart is warm."
"But this water is so cold."
He didn't answer.
He is dead.
She was fast too.
"She thought she was reborn.
In fact, it is in the revolving door before death,
Love that person again. "
Intent: At the end of life, illusion and truth are intertwined, fateful love and self-salvation
