A Soul Lost in the Capital

How long can a person hold on to love and hate? A month, a year, a lifetime, or will they be etched so deeply into the soul that they remain even after death?

A fine drizzle fell. Leng Mei, now a senior in high school, walked to school with her books in her arms and an umbrella overhead. She raised her eyes to the gloomy sky, feeling an inexplicable heaviness and unease. Autumn breezes brushed her lovely face, and crystal-clear tears suddenly spilled from her beautiful eyes.

This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.