About This Novel
The air at noon in summer rang with shrill shouts from the alley, very sharp and thin, like a sharp knife scratching across the colored satin. This is how the story begins. On a hot day, Yu Xiaoyu, who had just won three championships in the city's employee swimming competition, drowned in a pond less than two meters deep. Almost as important as this was the power outage that day.
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