Zhou Zhitong has worked in the Chengdong Logistics Warehouse for six years, from packer to supervisor, and has seen all kinds of goods - contraband, smuggled goods, and even coffins. She thought she had seen everything before, until that night, a wooden box that shouldn't have appeared in the corner of the warehouse. There is no record of it on the delivery note, its number cannot be found in the warehousing system, and even the surveillance video turned into snowflakes during the time it appeared.
Xiaopang said the box was evil, and Zhou Zhitong said it was fart. She pried open the lock on the wooden box. Inside was a neatly folded bright red wedding dress with a phoenix embroidered with gold thread, which looked like a pool of solidified blood under the pale light of the warehouse. There was a letter underneath the wedding dress. The envelope said "Dearly addressed by Zhou Zhitong", but the letter paper was blank. That night, she had a dream. In the dream, she was wearing that wedding dress and standing on an ancient stage that she had never seen before. The audience was full of people, and everyone's faces were blurred. In the center of the stage stood a bride covered with a red hijab. The bride slowly lifted the hijab, revealing a face exactly like hers.
