Ark: Opening a Stationery Store in Baizao, Every Word Becomes a Prophecy

ArknightsOrangeIndigenous PeopleRespect the Original WorkJie Da Resurrection Competition Chen Zhaoying, the shopkeeper of Baizao Xianmo Studio, has an inconvenient problem - the words she writes occasionally come true. The water character can stabilize the ship, and the ink character can stop bleeding, which is a good thing. It's a pity that every time I write a word, my memory is lost: how many spoonfuls of sugar did the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I ate yesterday have, what was the last name of the guest I met last month, and even... Why have the fine lines at the corners of my eyes in the mirror not changed for so many years? She hid it from her sister, from her apprentice, and from the entire Baizao City. Until that snowy night, someone from Sisuitai handed over a contract: "Either I will be the person who holds the candle, or I will be the ghost behind the monument." From then on, she would go home on time to cook sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on the third day of every lunar month; outside of the third day of the lunar month, she would write the word "" one after another in an unknown corner with a half-foot ebony ruler. It's just that the old red string on the ruler was tied too tightly, and her hands were getting colder and colder. ——"Sister, if one day I forget my way home, will you come to pick me up?"