Su Mian has been writing novels for five years. Five million words. Five readers.
There was one named "Deep Sea", and every comment was scolding her.
On the day she committed suicide, she woke up before the water in the bathtub had cooled down. There is no wound on the wrist. The world is still the same world - except for those five readers, who have changed from IDs to real people.
Sunny coffee shop assistant. The restrained doctor downstairs. And the man with data cables all over his body - he said his name was Fu Shen. He said he was late.
Su Mian finally discovered that five years of negative reviews had prevented her from committing suicide 317 times. 613 Unsent memos, each saying the same thing - "You are alive today. Very good."
She thought she was waiting for five million words to be seen.
In fact, it's not just readers who are waiting...
Concept: Words are the deepest echo. The loneliness you thought no one could hear may have been guarded in the dark for five years.