Shuman Lin traveled through time quietly.
He also traveled to the bathroom of a house.
That's okay, but what's scary is that the owner of the house is taking a shower.
And she was only a curtain away from him.
There was a singing voice coming from the curtain. I couldn't understand the words, but the voice sounded familiar.
"Sir, are you Leslie Cheung?"
As soon as the words came out, there was silence.