"The substitute game you think is an undercurrent that I have been planning for seven years."
**Jiang Yan** is recognized as the flower of the high mountains by the medical school. She has cold white skin, gold-rimmed glasses, and a silver cross earring in her left ear. She is always distant and indifferent.
**Shen Zhao** is a fishing genius who transferred from school. He has dazzling mixed-race facial features and three obsidian earrings jingling in his ear bones. He always carves Jiang Yan's name with a scalpel in the dissecting room late at night.
——"Senior, the smell of disinfectant on your body is exactly the same as my dead Bai Yueguang."
Shen Zhao pressed him against the specimen cabinet, opened the second button of his shirt with his fingertips, and breathed across the mole on his Adam's apple.
Jiang Yan clasped his wrist bone with his backhand, the scalpel's cold light was cold: "The burn scar on the back of your neck is exactly the same as my brother who was burned to death in the fire..."
Concept: "Touch the true shape of love in the mirror constructed by lies."