[The Knockout: Tang Xiaohu] Running Together

A cold-hearted coward x a passionate puppy

I'm used to seeing heroines as roses carefully nurtured by the male lead, so here's the opposite.

This is the fifteenth year since I died.

As if forcibly awakened from a long slumber, my mind was blank, and all I could do was let my awareness wander over the surroundings.

Everything in sight was crimson.

Blood lay in the dark, muddy sand, gathering into a mire.

A ruined person lay in the mire. "Dirty" was my first impression of him.

Then came the thought: "One of my kind."

He carried the all-too-familiar scent of someone close to death, like the first whiff of rotting wheat mixed with fire ash.

Touching him was too much trouble, and I had nowhere to go, so I stood there and watched coldly.

Theme: A cold-hearted coward x a passionate puppy. I'm used to seeing heroines as roses carefully nurtured by the male lead, so here's the opposite.