I was born on the Ghost Festival, the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.
It is the day of the year when yin energy is strongest. I was born at midnight, the moment when yin and yang meet.
Born at such a time, and a girl besides, I became a child of extreme yin.
That day wasn't supposed to be my due date.
They say that when my mother was carrying me, just over seven months along, a yellow weasel spirit that had failed to receive a title injured her belly, and I became a premature Seven-Star child.
At the time, a whole courtyard of yellow weasel spirits and snakes surrounded the doorway. I could laugh and clap as soon as I was born. My grandmother said I was a monster and wanted to drown me in a well, but in the end, she was the one who died beside it!
Damn, it's very well written.