Every Ancient Poem Is a Restless Spirit

Three years after her grandmother's death, Lin Xinyi opens the old camphorwood chest she left behind. Inside is only a yellowed handwritten poetry collection. She casually flips to the first page and reads Li Bai's "Quiet Night Thought". The temperature in the room plummets, the sound of the rainstorm vanishes into thin air, and a man's sigh rises from beneath the ground. Most terrifying of all, she has no shadow.

She's just an ordinary college senior, afraid of the dark, ghosts, and walking alone at night. But now, every time she reads a poem, she sees someone who died over a thousand years ago.