Lin Zhao could count the number of times the beams of the prison car had broken, and could see through all the flaws in the iron locks and prison walls.
The price of this computational talent for insight into everything is his memory that keeps peeling off - he is slowly forgetting his sister's name.
The wooden sign with the word Cai flashed across the street, and the entire Lin family was ransacked. He was thrown into a heavy prison on death row, awaiting execution.
Brick and stone textures, iron chain dead spots, changing of the guard time, wind and rain weather phenomena - the laws of the world are all being deduced.
But every time I use my talent, an inch of my past is cut away.
The candy wrapper in my arms is burning hot, it is the only sweetness left in troubled times.
The outline of my sister is slowly fading and blurring in my memory.
Deep in the shadows of death row, there is an unfamiliar breath.
He was not the only one trapped in this prison of death that never saw the light of day.
