Lin Zhou died on the bed of late-stage gastric cancer.
When he opened his eyes, he returned to October 1, 2008 - his wedding day.
The bride Su Wan handed over a wedding candy. The moment his finger touched the candy wrapper, a taste exploded on his tongue - not sweet, but the bitterness of the dregs of traditional Chinese medicine that had been boiled for three days and nights.
He discovered that he could taste the emotions of the person who made the food seventy-two hours into the future.
The food made by a liar is sour, the tea made by a person with secrets tastes like rust, and the wine made by a person who is about to explode is spicy.
But every time he uses it, he will randomly inherit the other person's physical pain in the next seventy-two hours - the more he uses it, the more severe the pain will be, and there is no upper limit.
At the wedding, he tasted the bride's despair from the wedding candy, saw through his cousin's scam from the wine, and read the sharpness of the daughter of a billionaire group from a cup of coffee.
The people who ruined his family in his previous life, in this life, he would start with a cup of tea and taste their true colors one bite at a time.
But he didn't expect that the coffee served by the girl at the front desk with a red string tied around her wrist was full of the taste of blood.
