Chapter Four: Two Identical Faces

“Counselor Lin, please keep the record impartial.” “That was impartial.” They laughed. Across from them, Mianmian covered its eyes with both paws and peeked through a very wide gap. More fans waited at Nanchuan Station than had gathered in Lanjing. A young man broke through the barrier and seized Xinghe's sleeve. “Have you seen my fiancée? She texts me good night every day, but I can't remember her name.” His lock screen showed their wedding portrait. Black mist obscured the woman's face. “I played ‘Don't Fear the Dawn’ over three hundred times. I was only afraid she wouldn't wake after surgery.” Similar pleas flooded the internet. The song had crossed city limits, and so had Mianmian's feeding.