"You said that I am the most genius person you have ever met, but you are afraid that you have forgotten yourself." He smiled, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and blood seeped out from the place where his hands pressed, and he couldn't stop it.
The attack is unknown. There are no passionate sequences. Emotional.
It's almost double protagonists.
The love-hate entanglement between two geniuses, the little forensic doctor and the little detective.
One bend and one turn.