A rather dark and emotional story...
About the supernatural...
The sky is gloomy, like a sad old song, lingering, depressing and mournful.
The drizzle was drizzling, carrying the cold and sweet smell of the leaves, clinging to the window like a wandering spirit.
This kind of weather is synonymous with melancholy. It's like a black and white photo that has been there for a long time, mixed with a hint of dark decadence.
Liu Qian stood motionless in front of the sink, watching in ecstasy as the water swirled in the bowl, and the greasy yellow color floated lazily on the milky white water. The air is filled with the unique oily smell of the kitchen, as if it will be corrupted and buried in the dirt in the next second.