"Da, da, da, da..." At midnight, in the empty streets of the ancient town, there was only the sound of Zhang Qi and her heels. The gray reflection of the street lamp showed that Zhang Qi's pale face was expressionless, her eyes were closed tightly, and she was mumbling words, and the low moans she made seemed to come from another world.
True or false, what's the difference? The standard of measurement is nothing more than the preference of the people.
The barren time encounters the most absurd things. Is it the work of ghosts or the needs of human nature?
Zhang Qi couldn't figure out how all this was related to herself. Why could a series of weird events involve herself but not have any reason of her own?
As events develop, where will Zhang Qi go? Lovers, friends, elders, relatives, what is true and what is false?
Maybe until the end, Zhang Qi still didn't know whether her trip to the ancient town was right or wrong...