The Courtyard Has Never Seen the Light of Day

When your way of survival becomes a dead end, when your home becomes a prison, who can you still believe in front of you? The joy of inheriting the ancestral home disappeared after opening the creaking wooden door. This courtyard house has never seen the light of day. Sunlight can never penetrate the thick eaves, but deeper than the darkness are the secrets buried by our ancestors for half a century. When the first strange sound echoed in the middle of the night, and when the first pair of peeping eyes disappeared behind the window lattice, I realized that this inheritance was a horrific contract with life as a bet. If I go out, the secret will swallow me up; if I stay, the darkness will assimilate me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.