"You were bitten by a dog. Did you bite him back?" Yan Cuo turned around and stared at Qi Ming coldly.
"Okay then, you can just keep being bitten like this." Qi Ming released the collar of Yan Cuo's shoulders and smiled softly.
Yan Cuo slowly approached Qi Ming and whispered in his ear: "No, I will choose to kill that beast."
Concept: A redemption of paranoia and morbid suffering