The day I was diagnosed with brain cancer, Huo Qinghe brought her lover to my door and pressed the silver needle used to remove the parasitic bond against my chest. “Jiang Yan, let me take it out, and I’ll let you go.” In a daze, I looked at her and remembered the car crash three years ago, when she was covered in blood and gripping my hand. “A Yan, this life-sharing parasite has tied our fates together. If you die, I won’t live on without you.” But now she despised the bond as a shackle. Without even looking at the needle piercing my skin, I smiled. I grabbed the letter opener from the table and plunged it into my right wrist. After all, the hand that once took a blade for her was already ruined. In an instant, the pain struck them both through the life-sharing bond, and blood seeped from Huo Qinghe’s wrist. As her pupils contracted, I yanked out the blade and spoke in a chilling voice. “Huo Qinghe, your freedom has been stained with my blood from the very beginning!” “Between us, there is only life and death together!”
