"When Lin Ye pressed the stethoscope against the laboratory glass, Shen Zhaozhao was recording the error value of his heartbeat.
——118.4 Is the critical point for her homemade perfume to induce heart palpitations. It is also the countdown to the oxygen mask buckling in the fire when she was seven years old.
The whole school thought he was an illegitimate child, but they didn't know that the scrap of paper he tore up was a love poem written in Morse code.
The entire forum ridiculed her for having an emotional disorder, but no one discovered that among the perfumes she made for everyone, only his bottle contained the scent of cedar blood and rust.
When the fire surveillance video began to be automatically tampered with, and when his earring USB flash drive scanned out the encrypted package of her medical records,
Two souls judged as error values by the world calibrate the absolute value of love in the explosive chemical equation.
'I've got you, my accomplice'
He held the electromagnetic lock key at the fire scene while she pushed the dopamine reagent into his veins:
'From now on, every time your heartbeat exceeds the standard——'
'They are all white flags of surrender to me'"
Purpose: "In the era of prejudice and data falsification, we use experimental errors to prove that even souls marked as 'defective' by fate are worthy of being contained with precise love."