The Past Is Like a Dream: the Years I Was Mr. Yin Yang

Who is crying late at night? Why do cats speak human words in the middle of the night? Why do black and white pairs of eyes maintain order in the middle of the night... Why are ghosts at night miserable and tragic? Why does the old lady smile at you in the middle of the night? All these confusing things start from an incident when I was a child. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.