Deinking

Shen Yan discovered that the world was losing its ink. The four-shift watch drum was missing one watch overnight, but people all over the city said it had never been like this; the yellow dog that the old man next door had raised for six years faded away inch by inch before his eyes, and its paw prints receded cleanly - everyone could remember that this dog had never existed before. The world is a well-thumbed old book, and people, things, and everything are just words. As soon as the words fall off, the reader will follow the gap and read down, and it will be extremely smooth and there will never be any flaws. Only Shen Yan remembered. Because he is a copyist who has been copying the names of deceased people for ten years, so he knows the original appearance of every word. Until that night, a girl in red pushed open the door and entered his doctor's shop. He swore he had never seen her, but the same name was densely written on both wrists, hundreds of times, carved into the bones. The girl smiled with red eyes: Shen Yan, this time, you pretend not to recognize me, you look more like me than last time. The old words on my left wrist ached faintly - Seventh Chakra, don't save her again. Only then did he realize: This was not the first time he met her. And this is the last round. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.