Three hundred years later, the Mechanical City banned all human civilization.
Gu Xiuyuan entered this place by mistake, and in his pocket was the remains of an inkstone stuffed by a dead man. He is the only person in three hundred years who can hold a pen.
In the deepest part of the Mechanical City, Machine Zero, codenamed Jinghong, sleeps. She is the only outlier among the trillion machines. She has been formatted ninety-nine times, but she still traces the same incomplete word "forever" in her dreams.
The Iron Law Council sentenced her to death. The crime is not rebellion or loss of control.
It is she who can dream.
On the eve of the execution, Gu Xiuyuan used the pen that no one had taught him how to hold, dipped it in the last drop of ink in the inkstone, and wrote a letter that no one had written in three hundred years——
Recipient: Jinghong.
Content: The first love letter in three hundred years.
Signature: A person who can't even stamp his feet to write well, but is willing to write for you for the rest of his life.
He doesn't know martial arts. He doesn't have a knife.
All he had was the drop of ink.
And the most terrifying thing in the entire mechanical world happened——
Machine Zero cried at the last second when the formatter started.
