Xu Xiangyang held his lover's hand, walking along the bustling streets.
This year is the eleventh day of the Lunar New Year, and spring has not yet arrived, the street corners covered with pine and cypress still chilly. The stores on both sides of the street had their doors wide open, steaming with warmth. People who went back to their hometowns for the holiday had now returned, and the residents who had been resting at home took to the streets, reviving the city's busy atmosphere.
Starting from home, they left the alley and walked all the way to the school, the commercial streets, and even to 41 Ann Street—the Haunted House that once stood at the corner of the street, where the beginning of their story took place.
Young people stood hand in hand in front of the tightly closed house door, smiling at each other.
Their destinies began to change from here, for Xu Xiangyang, it was the disruption of a stable and boring life; for Lin Xingjie, it was a turning point in a gloomy life.
