Old Letters from Huaixiang

The old letters at the bottom of grandma's camphor wood box dragged Chen Yan into the fog of Sophora Alley on the outskirts of the city - the envelope with no addressee, the white-haired old man knocking on the door at twelve o'clock, and the half-piece of copper lock engraved with moon patterns all pointed to the secret that grandma buried here twenty years ago. When the old clock rang the bell on a full-moon night, the walls of Huaixiang began to peel off the cracks of time and space. Only when she held the copper lock did she understand: This was not an accidental encounter, but a "reunion" that had been written long ago.