Three Lives Left, No More Good Fortune

On a sweltering summer day, Shi Wenxi found Yu Sansheng’s body.

Yu Sansheng had died in the season she hated most.

On the sofa, stuffed toys of every size sat quietly in neat rows, their hollow eyes fixed on Yu Sansheng’s room.

Shi Wenxi pushed open Yu Sansheng’s bedroom door. Inside was a nightmare he would never forget for as long as he lived.