Can you still find true love after becoming a vampire? My name is Zhou Ye. I'm twenty-seven, a freelance illustrator who keeps nocturnal hours.
One year ago, on a certain night, something attacked me in an alley. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital morgue, with a tag that read "deceased." From then on, I became the only vampire in this city: pale, cold, living on animal blood, forever confined to corners the sunlight could never reach.
I'd grown used to this life. Used to buying Sister Su's croissants at four in the morning, used to listening to Lin Shen, a philosophy student, ramble on about his thesis, used to sitting alone in the dark, painting pictures that would never see the sun.
