I And My Ideal Type Are Dying!Wo He Wo De Lixiang Xing Ge Pile! ; I and My Ideal Type Are Dying! ; My Ideal Type and I Are Dying! ; My Perfect Type and Me Have Died! ; Wǒ Hé Wǒ De Lǐxiǎng Xíng Gé Pìle! ; 我和我de理想型嗝屁了！ ; 我和我的理想型嗝屁了！

Ren Chuan Tangtang, a president, pretended to be sick and was admitted to the hospital in order to avoid trouble. Beauty cuts feet and fights with tattoos. Only a little tenderness was shown to Ren Chuan. But unfortunately, the other party's cancer is at an advanced stage. They have bought each other's coffins, and plan to spend the last time with each other. One month, two months, three months.. They looked at each other. "...When did you die?" Doesn't seem right???