Wu Ting accidentally entered an antique store, and a mysterious voice led her in... I stood at the door of the antique store, looking at the pattering rain outside. It was dusk, and there were no pedestrians on the street. Only the street lamps cast a dim yellow halo in the rain.
With weather like this, we should have closed early. But I received a strange letter. The letter said that there was an old house on the outskirts of the city. It contained many antiques and wanted me to appraise it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
