Flowers Bloom in March, Flowers Bloom in July

The sky was gloomy, as if it was going to rain, and the atmosphere was very dull. The girl stood on the side of the street, with busy people passing through the street, and her footsteps were hurried. She raised her head blankly, and her delicate face was a little pale, like a ghost. "Where am I..." She murmured to herself, looking at the unsteady aunt beside her, and stretched out her hand to help her, but her arm went straight through her. "What? Are? You? What are you doing?!" She was stunned, and after a while she blurted out a curse word. The aunt finally stood firm, shook the newspaper in her hand, and tucked it under her arm. The girl finally saw clearly the row of large titles "Ten..."