On the day when he was transformed into the wife of a traitorous official who held sway over the government, he had just finished copying the first-class documents and filled the house with high-ranking officials.
Shen Che held up the bloody sword and asked me: Are you here to collect the body, or to bury it with you?
I knelt down and picked up the scraps of paper: I'll fix the painting.
He is the living king of hell who rose to power by killing loyal people, and I was his decoration for three years after marrying him. He tore up his late mother's painting with his own hands, which was his only remaining humanity.
My only chance of survival was to put the painting back together using top-notch restoration techniques. With every inch of paper he replenished, his memory recovered; but gradually I discovered that the little maid in his memory who taught him how to read looked exactly like me.
And the little maid's name is Shen Qingmo.
He asked me who I really was.
I said from a life away: I am who you think I should be.
Intent: A book-length work that uses "restoration" to question human nature. On "Is the Restoration of Humanity Possible?" The male protagonist is a "defective product" whose memory has been tampered with and raised as a murder tool. Every time the heroine replenishes the paper and adjusts the ink, she is putting the broken "people" back together.