The long beep of the ICU ECG monitor, the creak of rubber wheels running over the floor tiles in the corridor, and the sound of her tearing paper.
Once, twice, three times.
She counted them. At the last moment before her rebirth, she sat on a plastic chair outside the ICU door and tore an unsigned organ donation consent form into pieces. On the back of the paper, she wrote a line of words with a very fine pen - "Colonel Tang, please look at the spring for me."
..."Every time I travel through time, part of my memory will be formatted." Tang Chao said,
"These seven scars are the seven people I forgot. Next time, it might be me."
Chu Qingci stared at the scars, her fingertips trembling.
"Then why are you still-"
"Because you're worth it."
