I woke from a nightmare again in the middle of the night.
“Whoosh, whoosh…”
It was the same nightmare again: a dim, oppressive room with nothing but a single oil lamp giving off a faint light. A woman stood beside it, staring at me intently as she muttered something.
This time, I heard what she said. She was asking me, “Who are you?”
Who are you?
Or perhaps, who am I?
I have had many names: Shen Shilan, Xianglan, Tinglan, Zheng Yuanlan, Liang Yulan, Wang Miaolan, Wei Zelan, Song Yuelan, Feng Xilan.
Each name belonged to one lifetime. Yes, these nine names were the names I had in my first nine lives.
In my new, tenth life, my name is Li Shenglan.
