That year, beneath a rare blood moon, lanterns and decorations adorned an isolated old house, red silk hung high. It looked eerily out of place on the silent street...
“She’s alive! She’s alive!”
“Oh no! The police are here!”
Sirens sounded at the old house’s front gate. A wedding matchmaker hurried out through the back courtyard, carrying a bamboo basket. On the deserted street, there was nothing but the sound of her hurried footsteps...
Granny Zhang from the orphanage told me she found me beneath a blood moon. Back then, I was lying in a bamboo basket, a tiny little thing, and the moonlight revealed a strange smile on my face.
Then Grandma appeared and adopted me, protecting me for twenty years.
Later, Grandma passed away, and it seemed something had found me again...
This is a fictional world, so please don’t take it too seriously.
