"Shen Shihui, give me your fucking body!"
Jiang Jinyue smashed the mirror with one punch, but thousands of him in the glass shards were crying at the same time.
When the SWAT officer's gunshot wounds appear on the ballerina's knees, when the sexual assault victim's whip marks carve into the drug police officer's back. The exchange of souls we thought was just the abyss selecting sacrifices:
- When he performs a task, my pupils will automatically count down
- When I danced the black swan, he pointed the muzzle of his gun at his temple.
When I live, am I extending your life or killing myself?
Concept: realistic existentialism
