[Tales of the Strange] Bestiary of Demons

Spring rain patters down. A girl arrives late, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her figure graceful and willowy. Don't let the hem of her fluttering skirt beguile you and steal your heart. You'll never be able to guess whether the face blurred by the misty rain is lovely and delicate, or made up like a ghost's. No outline, no plan. I'll write whatever comes to mind. Other works by Guoke: (This story is on hiatus)