The wind chime rang again. This time it came from thirty-seven boxes at the same time. The crisp and continuous sound of porcelain tiles sounded like a funeral procession slowly passing by.
Chen Mei walked to the cashier and opened the drawer. The ledger lay quietly, but on the page she opened, yesterday's running numbers had changed - not the 878.4 She remembered, but a repeated number: 444444, a whole row, filling the entire paper. The ink is dark red and has not yet dried. It is slightly raised on the paper, like freshly shed blood.
She closed the ledger, her hands shaking.
Concept: The bride is waiting for her clothes