My name is Wen Jian, and I guard an old bookstore that only opens at midnight.
There are no guests here, only Zi Ling who comes with obsession.
Unsent love letters, torn diaries, broken stories, unclaimed suicide notes...
I finished writing the endings for them, but I had to inherit the broken memories.
The lights go out, the words scatter, and people forget.
Until I discovered that I was the book that should least be written.
Intention: Some thoughts long to be heard even if they die.
Even if the world forgets me, I still want to be remembered by you.
In pain, there will always be someone to help you.
All unspoken words deserve to be well written.