My name is Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I will have forgotten who I am.
A black notebook that grows thicker by the day, a bowl of warm congee left by the door every morning, a little night-light in the living room that never goes out. This is the human world he is slowly forgetting.
In Meiyu Lane, Dachang City, infant markings emerge and drain the life from everything around them.
The remnants of the Yin Contract Stele writhe in the darkness, while orders from headquarters keep coming one after another. Zhang Wei has gone and gotten himself into trouble again. This time, he got an infant marking tattooed on himself.
Jiang Yan still never asks questions. She just leaves congee by the door every day.
His six ghost eyes can see through the supernatural, but not how much of his humanity he has left. The ghostly markings on his left hand have crept over his wrist bone, and the black mark at the corner of his left eye will no longer come off.
This is a retreat no one knows about. A half-man, half-ghost thing watches over a woman who doesn't dare ask questions, and a childhood friend who is always getting into trouble.
All he remembers is the line on the first page of his notebook: “Jiang Yan: someone who comes home for dinner.”
It can be said that it is Yangjian's daily life.
Author, is this Yang Jian on a parallel line, or is it something else? Why did he forget his memory? What about Li Leping's line?