Su Ning's body temperature is 35℃.
On the low side. On the cold side. It looks more like a corpse that hasn't completely cooled down yet.
No one in the archives wants to be near her - wherever she passes, the coffee gets cold, the heating drops, and colleagues call her a "mobile freezer."
Until that man came.
His name is Lu Jin, a cultural relic restorer who blew up the warehouse thermometer on his first day on the job.
His body temperature is 42°C.
Not sick, not feverish, he was just so hot. It was so hot that the air within three meters of him would distort. It was so hot that fingerprints were left on the metal he touched. It was so hot that he dared not shake hands with anyone.
——Because the last person who touched his skin had blisters on his palms.
When Su Ning approached him for the first time, he took half a step back.
"Don't come here," he said, "I'll hurt you."
She said, "You can't."
She is 35℃ and he is 42℃.
She didn't feel hot when she was close to him, she just felt that she was finally not cold anymore.
But he couldn't believe it.
Because the petrification on his left hand has begun to spread, because the four women on the blank photo in the archives look exactly like her, and because the burn on his right shoulder reminds him of one thing every night -
The tenth sun three thousand years ago burned itself but failed to warm that girl back.
The inscription says: I will give you my bones in exchange for your life.
She said: Let me be your sun, only yours.
He didn't dare to respond.
——It wasn't until her body temperature of 35℃ began to rise inch by inch that he realized that she was not approaching the fire, she was burning it for him.
Intention: Burning is not destruction, it is another way of living.