Summer After the Typhoon

A runaway girl. A punk young man. At the start of the story, he passes by while she's being robbed. He chats with his companions in teasing Cantonese, then walks on, watching with cold indifference. They meet again when he finds her fallen shoe outside the wall of her dormitory. As his companions egg him on, he tosses the shoe over the wall and returns it to her. *An old-school, angsty romance* Ongoing fantasy novel: Midnight Corpse Whispers Folk customs and the supernatural, mystery and tomb-raiding The heroine is so upright it's almost wicked, while the hero is dark through and through At the end of the Qing dynasty, the Lu family, a family of feng shui practitioners, died while plotting to search for the next dragon vein. One hundred and sixty years later, the sun appears in the middle of the night. Yan Bingyu turns off the astrological commentary on her phone that is stoking people's panic and works late without a care. After work, she happens to get a congratulatory call from a friend, wishing her a happy birthday: “Happy twenty-fourth birthday. I'm not too late with my wishes, am I?” “Just in time. I was born at 11:58 p.m.” Someone is burning joss paper at an intersection. The smoke chokes Yan Bingyu, and as she dodges it, she steps on the ashes a few times. Through the swirling smoke, a man with a Qing queue appears at the end of the road. He calculates with his fingers, his jade-white face emerging from the gloom, and gives her a twisted smile. “A woman born under the Seven Killings star.” Later, as she crawls out of one grave after another in the dead of night and hears all kinds of corpses and ghosts whispering in her ear, Yan Bingyu can't help regretting it: Never, ever tell anyone your birth date and time! A descendant of tomb guardians. A ghostly Qing dynasty feng shui master. Theme: Be a good person.