Days Living with a Blank-Slate Girl

Shen Yezhou found someone behind an electrical cabinet in an abandoned chemical plant.

More precisely, it was a young woman curled up in a narrow gap, covered in dust, with dried blood on her face. She couldn't remember her name, didn't know how to use chopsticks, had no idea what a light was, and didn't even know how to cry out when she was in pain.

The Bureau's System couldn't find any record of her. Fingerprints, face, DNA: all blank. There was no file on her, as if she had never existed in this world.

"Unregistered anomaly," someone from the Risk Control Division said. "Take her into custody according to procedure."

Shen Yezhou watched the woman use the "writing" she'd just learned to painstakingly scrawl the character for "frost" on a piece of paper, then slip it into her pocket.

"I'm applying for a temporary observation period," she said. "She'll live at my place."

And so, a blank-slate girl who knew nothing moved into the home of a stern captain who never went home. She didn't know how to get dressed, drink water, or sleep, but she learned incredibly fast. In three days, she learned to walk. In five, she learned to talk. In seven, she learned to tilt her head and ask "Why?" whenever Ruan Qingqing blushed.

Living together was pure chaos. Then the Risk Control Division sent a notice: hand her over within five days.

And the thing in Shen Yezhou's mind, speaking in her older sister's voice, was softly asking her, "When are you going to let me out?"