I've lost count of how many times I've wondered: if I'd listened to Grandma and stayed away from that willow tree, maybe none of it would have happened. One snowy evening, a girl in red appeared before me. She was a ghost, and it was the first time I'd ever seen one. From then on, with my ill-fated Yin birth chart, I began walking an extraordinary path. Encounters with corpses wandering at night and water ghosts clinging to me became commonplace.
