Chapter Two: The Deleted Woman

“You recorded it three years ago.” “I didn't know you.” “You did. No one can prove that life existed anymore.” “Why don't you have a wish?” “Because I was fulfilled once already.” He showed her a photograph of herself asleep against his shoulder, a thin silver ring on her hand. “Every wish you fulfill makes the world forget a piece of your life,” Zhou Jiming said. “Last night it was a stranger. Today, your closest friend.” Outside, wishes layered over pedestrians until the city resembled a letter stuffed with secrets and ready to burn. “What happens if I do nothing?” she asked. “Wishes seek their own exits. Dangerous ones turn black and push people to act. But you can make people speak them.