[She relies on illness to get through, he relies on painless pampering]
When Bu Jing swallowed the seventh pill, his reflection in the mirror began to grin.
"The rule says to cut out lips and feed them to the nurse? Idiot!" The voice in my head said, "Putting a medicine bottle into her eye sockets is called a cure!"
On the first day of traveling through the dungeon, all the players witnessed her tearing up the rules with her bare hands——
Schizophrenia is her crown of thorns, and empathy is her gentle instrument of torture.
Di Jin's wheelchair ran over a pool of blood, and her remaining hands wiped her tears:
"Does it hurt?"
She shook her head and saw him grabbing her bloody thorn and pressing it to her heart:
But here... It's burning me.
System warning: No pain-free people are allowed to have their hearts beat!
When the copy cleansed her memory, he removed the spine and forged it into a sword:
"Three years ago you blocked a car accident for me..."
Now, it's time for my unconscious body to boil for you
"If you prick out my lips, I will kiss your thorns."
Purpose: Clear the dungeon and rescue