Nine Turns Dragon Ring

Wedge, down-and-out Lin'er The autumn rain in Jiangcheng, with a sticky dampness, beats on the bluestone of the Lin family's ancestral house. The red paint door has long been mottled and peeled off, and the golden plaque on the lintel of "The Leader of the Apricot Forest" has been eroded by the wind and rain until only half of its outline is left, which looks very much like the young man who is curled up on the wicker chair in the hall at the moment - Lin Chen. He was wrapped in an old coat that had been washed white, and he held a fluttering cancellation notice between his fingertips. The ink words on the page were as sharp as a knife, which made his heart hurt.