The early March morning was still chilly, and the windows of the ward were covered with a hazy mist, twisting the world out of the window into a blur.

There is a shocking news on the wall that a fishing boat on the coast of Kyoto has rescued a middle-aged woman with a thousand holes.

Although the woman's face was hit by a mosaic, Song Mei's frame still showed some clues from the jade bracelet on her wrist.

She scrambled to copy the morning paper on the nightstand, completely ignoring the bloody bandage on her wrist.

Sure enough, as she expected, the newspaper was always more specific than the TV...