I, Su Ying, am the top memory restorer in the underground world, specializing in erasing pain for the rich and powerful. Until the global wanted notice popped up, the characteristics of the lightning-shaped scar were exactly the same as the mark on my left shoulder. And the prosecutor who aimed the memory bomb at me was actually the husband I buried with my own hands three years ago. He put the shackles on me: "Prove that the memory of 'we are in love' is not stolen." When the memory auction house rang the bell, the final item was the [original crime] - the related person, it was the two of us. If even love and sin can be tampered with and traded, how should we define our true selves?
Purpose: To explore the authenticity of memory, the nature of love, and how people defend themselves and their emotional freedom under the control of power. Sublime story