Paper Figure Child
On the precipitous cliffside, besides the colossal Paper Making Building, row upon row of buildings also stood. Most were cramped bungalows where the slaves of the Paper Making Building lived, but apart from these, there were also several separate residences with courtyards.
The woman was thin and frail. She led Lin Fan to one of the residences and said weakly, "This is the place."
Lin Fan pushed open the door and entered. The residence looked rather dilapidated, and the air was permeated with a faint rotten smell. It seemed to have stood empty for many years.
Before he could give any orders, the woman quickly fetched water and picked up a rag, then began cleaning from the inside out.
She looked slender, but she worked with great efficiency. In less than half an hour, the old, cobweb-covered sitting room, the bedrooms, and even the dust-filled courtyard had all been cleaned until not a speck of dust remained.
She was panting heavily from exhaustion, yet she still came before Lin Fan and asked cautiously, "Senior, could you take another look and see if there's anywhere else that needs cleaning?"
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly. He asked, "What's your name?"
A trace of panic surfaced on her face. She said, "I'm a slave of the Paper Making Building. I don't have a name."
As she spoke, she awkwardly took out a small plaque. Written on it were the words: Number 1,562 of the Paper Making Building.
Slaves had only numbers, not names of their own.
"Did you have a name before?"
"Before..."
The woman froze. Her eyes grew lost, and she said softly, "I can't remember."
Lin Fan glanced out the window. The setting sun hung high in the sky, its afterglow red as blood. He suddenly sighed and