Xiang Gu Zero

On the thirtieth day of the continuous rainy season in Jiangcheng, Zhang Boning found an old yellowed photo in an old camphor wood box in the attic of his ancestral home. The woman in the photo was wearing a moon-white cheongsam, standing at the entrance of Wutong Lane in 1937, with a little cinnabar mole at the end of her eyes, exactly like the figure he had dreamed of repeatedly. From that day on, strange things happened one after another: the paint in the studio late at night would blur out her eyebrows, the white shirt hanging on the balcony always smelled of gardenia, and an old scar as thin as a silk thread appeared out of thin air on his wrist, which turned red every time he got up. The fortune teller in the old alley stared at his hand bones, and his expression suddenly changed - the person in the photo was not a photo of a living person at all, but a remnant soul that was sealed in the photo paper seventy years ago. She had waited for three generations of the Zhang family to find the boy who made a blood contract with her using the Kunlun Mirror fragment. The edge of the photo slowly began to bleed. The moment his fingertips touched it, the cheongsam fabric under his fingertips was as soft as human skin. She blinked softly in the photo paper and said in a voice that only he could hear: "You are finally willing to see me." And he didn't know that every time he saw her more, his life would seep into the photo, and their lives had long been entangled with this photo paper.