She is the clone numbered X-0122 in Project X.
It was hailed as a miracle of human evolution when it was born, but once the ban was lifted, it became an illegal contraband that everyone could discard.
In seventeen years of life, she has been changed hands, abandoned, and insulted. She has only learned one thing: if you obey, you will not be beaten or driven away.
On a rainy night, she huddled next to a trash can in the back alley of a convenience store, and was picked up and taken home by a useless editor who couldn't even pay the rent.
Everyone can only see the hot-stamped number on the back of her neck, treating her as a commodity with a clearly marked price, and calculating whether it is cost-effective to raise her.
Only he would care whether she had dried her hair, secretly add two braised eggs to her rice, and kneel down with red eyes to say sorry to her when she subconsciously begged for mercy.
What he wanted to do was never to save her from a condescending position, but to accompany her, one stroke at a time, to change her factory settings that had been programmed to death.
[Small Note] Slow-paced market fireworks, no bloody misunderstandings, two-way healing.
Intention: What to be a human being