Radiant Stars

There is a strange house in the world called "Xinghui". No one can see it unless it is destined, and no one can enter unless it is a rainy night. There is no one else in the room, only the stars are everywhere. Some are condensed into a pendant, some are gathered into a hairpin, or some are perched on a broken scroll. Everything is an unfinished life, a piece of frozen time. The shopkeeper's eyes were like two silent stars. He only said: "The readers will choose the stories here." It's raining heavily tonight, and the bells are ringing softly. Another soaked guest, with a fate he was completely unaware of, pushed open the creaking wooden door...