Zhu Yin found it strange that whether it was the aunt named Jasmine next door or the one-armed uncle downstairs, they all looked at her with indescribable expressions, so she would avoid them as much as possible every time. But since the aunt next door died, I found that even my own home has become very mysterious. It wasn't until an uncle who was 10 years older than me moved next door that the secret began to be revealed.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
