——He uses a mechanical heart to calculate the probability of loving you, and the answer is always an error value.
"Warning: The heartbeat rate exceeds the critical value, and the emotional suppression system is about to fail."
Xu You's right ear could hear the secret whispers of decaying plants, but he could never hear Zhou Ji's sincerity.
The tattoo on the back of the man who photographed death in the old alley of Fog Stop City will fade in rainy days, and the blue hydrangea that he touches will produce bloody metal fruits.
He repaired an antique pocket watch to keep her body temperature at a constant 36.5°C, but on a rainy night, he covered her bleeding ears and said, "My heart is 0.7 Seconds slower than a normal person."
The neon lights of the capital city are soaked in memory tax, and everyone wears a pain scale.
When Xu You made the immortal flower, he always mixed his own auditory nerve fragments-until Cheng An's scalpel cut open Zhou Ji's chest, revealing the mechanical heart embedded with shrapnel.
The serial number of "The Best Experimental Subject for Freeze-Affective Disorder" perfectly matched the sequence of the chip in her hearing aid.
*"Do you want him to learn to love others, or do you want him to live?"*
Cheng An smiled under the operating light, and the ginkgo leaves on his white coat were stained with Zhou Ji's cerebrospinal fluid.
The truth from the trenches three years ago is starting to bite back:
Every tremor Zhou Ji presses the shutter is replicating the death of Xu You's father;
Every blue hydrangea he gave her was a trap for Cheng An's genetic experiment;
And what was frozen in that undersea memory bank were her eighteen lives that had been tampered with.
When the mechanical tide engulfed Qiming City, Xu You clutched the rusty heart fragments of Zhou Ji, and in the torrent of data that disintegrated the national memory, he heard the cruelest rust formula——
Love concentration = pain threshold × number of memory erasures?
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▌Mechanical Heart × Flesh and Blood Temperature ▌Memory Taxidermist × Emotional Scavenger
▌Faded Tattoo Prophecy ▌AI Priest's Confession Room ▌Blue Hydrangea Human Blood Cultivation Guide
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- *Redemption Paradox*: He healed the memory pain of millions of people, but he could not heal the instinct of loving you.
- *Cyber Cage*: In the data cloud, they have already been in love for 97 versions
- *Fatal Romance*: Calculate the angle of hugging you with a rusty heart, kiss where the formula collapses
"The unit of measurement of love in this world is the rust stains that grow in his mechanical heart."
Intent: In the absolutely rational prison of technology, love is the only soul that cannot be formulatted and corroded.