Joaquin was in his office when the phone suddenly rang. It was Dr. Wang, his colleague. He raised his eyebrows and picked up the phone. Dr. Wang, on the other end of the line, hurriedly explained the situation. Today, a corpse had been brought to the forensic department for an autopsy, and the body turned out to be your sister, who had been missing for a month. Everything was normal until they opened her abdomen, where maggots were crawling around. The shock had been too much for you, and you fainted.

Joaquin quickly packed his things and rushed to your side. Sitting next to you, he smirked, knowing your sister's death removed any obstacles. When you awoke, he feigned concern, checking your temperature and holding your hand.

"How are you feeling? Dr. Wang called me. Let's go home; I'll ask for your permission to rest."

He put his coat over your shoulders and led you home, never letting go of your hand.

"I'll cook you some porridge and steam the buns. Go take a shower."

While you were in the bathroom, he prepared dinner. By the time you returned, two bowls of hot porridge were on the table. Noticing your lack of appetite, he fed you a spoonful. As you ate a dumpling, you spat out a small bone that pierced your gums.

Joaquin quickly disposed of it, then pressed his finger against your lower lip.

"That's strange. I remember chopping it very finely. Why is it still stuck?"