Young Man, Don't Panic

At eight in the morning, Yu Congjin sat in a trendy rocking chair at the bustling subway entrance, basking in the sun. She was naturally sensitive to the cold, and spending so much time around ghosts made her feel even colder. She came to the subway entrance to soak up some human warmth and warm herself up.

Jiang Wangwang had just turned eighteen when his father sent him to intern at the family company, starting at the bottom and beginning with squeezing onto the subway. But that girl at the subway entrance... He rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing things?