Wen Zhongyi, a cool and proud omega.

After living with his lover for a year, he became pregnant.

But before he could share the good news, his lover suddenly vanished without a trace.

Wen Zhongyi searched for a long time, yet there was still no word.

Then, after surviving a car accident by the skin of his teeth, he awoke to find the world had changed.

There were no military zones, no war, and no scent of pheromones on anyone.

Wen Zhongyi struggled to adapt to this strange new world, until one day, in the middle of a crowd, he saw a familiar figure.

It was the lover who had disappeared so long ago.

Wen Zhongyi’s voice trembled as he called his name.

To his shock, Meng Chuan looked confused and said,

“Do we… know each other?”

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Meng Chuan was pretty sure he was cursed.

Out of nowhere, he found himself stuck with a so-called lover who kept pointing a gun at him.

Meng Chuan: “Come on, aren’t you too old to be waving toy guns around? Can we just talk like normal people?”

Wen Zhongyi, deadpan, pulled the trigger.

Bang! The table and chairs were blown clean through.

Meng Chuan: ………

Hello, 110? There’s someone here with an illegal firearm.

One night, Meng Chuan had a dream.

He was standing in a wasteland with a rocket launcher on his shoulder.

Flames raged in the distance, painting the sky red.

Someone clasped his hand tightly and whispered,

“It’s over. We won.”

Meng Chuan turned his head, and saw a familiar face.

Wen Zhongyi, streaked with blood and dust, smiled at him brightly, firelight flickering in his eyes.

Even without my memories, loving you is still my instinct.