Lin Luo's body was like this when he was a child, not afraid of fire.
She knocked over the kettle and the boiling water spilled on her, but she didn't feel hot at all.
Her mother took her to the hospital to see a doctor, but the doctor couldn't explain it. He could only suspect that there was something wrong with Lin Luo's sensory nerves. The doctor did a test and found that Lin Luo could only feel hot and cold, and everything else was normal.
The doctor said that this would have no impact on Lin Luo's life, and that it would be beneficial. He said that Lin Luo would be suitable to be a firefighter if he practiced sparring.
My mother didn't take this matter to heart, and the family of three lived a normal life.
A high school boy who looked to be about 17 or 18 years old picked up a school card from the ground.
He stared closely at Lin Luo's photo, his expression cold and sharp, exuding a chill.
He looked at the four words "Nataki Middle School" above the school sign again, put away the school sign, and said in a low voice: "Finally I found you."
"Let me introduce a new classmate who has transferred to our class. His name is Jian Yun."
Jian Yun walked to Lin Luo and stopped.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Jian Yun handed Lin Luo something like a card.
Jian Yun: "Yours?"
Lin Luo found out that it was his school badge and quickly took it and said thank you.
Lin Luo felt a little uneasy. She recalled the way Jian Yun looked at her just now, which was cold and sharp, and seemed to have some killing intent.
Intention: I have no control over my destiny