"When the citrus rots, the violent genes rust in the blood vessels into the shape of loving you."
The 37th formula Jiang Yu'an carved into the monitor code was no match for the orange fragrance escaping from Lin Xiaoyu's hair. He spent seven years calculating the safe distance, but discovered on a rainstorm night that all rational solutions were imaginary numbers - "When the concentration of citrus exceeds 37 μmol/m?, My heart will betray the genes and beat into a dangerous sine wave for you."
The electronic watch on Lin Xiaoyu's wrist flashed like the eyes of a trapped animal. She smashed the crystal trophy of the National Piano Competition, and cut through the mask of the "perfect daughter" with sharp edges. The truth that had been erased by the Lin family, the broken cologne bottle, fermented into a deadly perfume in the undercurrent - the lorazepam hidden in the citrus tail notes was originally a gentle poison that induces heart rust.
"We are specimens fed by data, but new life is grafted on the decayed place."
When Jiang Yuan used his blood-stained fingers to unlock the monitor between her collarbones, and when Lin Xiaoyu bit his chest with an extended QT interval, the two monsters who were rusty in the lie of "for your own good" finally smelled the orange fragrance bursting from the depths of their flesh and blood——
"Love is a chemical reaction in which rust spots eat lies, and our kiss is the most perfect inverse operation in the laboratory."
Purpose: youth pain literature
