When Liu Ruyan pushed open the rusted iron door, the rust fell down like dried blood scabs.
In front of you is an old house from the Republic of China in the old town of Jiangcheng. It has a three-story brick and wood structure. The blue bricks are covered with dark green ivy, rustling in the cold February wind. The real estate agent said that the house had been vacant for twenty years, and the price was ridiculously low—so low that Liu Ruyan, a magazine editor who had just worked for three years, could easily buy it.
