In the city where I live, there is an industry called "Ban Jie." What is "Ban Jie"? Let me explain slowly.... more>>

In this city, when someone dies, there is no memorial service. Instead, they set up a makeshift funeral hall on the sidewalk. Steel pipes are used to create a frame, and then a layer of woven fabric is draped over the pipes—this becomes the "spiritual hall."

The cold body of the deceased is placed in an ice coffin, which is placed at the very back of the hall. The ice coffin... <<less

Biyan Mao hurriedly explained, "Ugh, it was so frustrating! A friend of mine wants to get plastic surgery—she plans to raise her nose a bit and smooth out her cheekbones. She asked me to go with her to consult with a cosmetic surgeon, and that´s why I´m late."... more>>

As soon as Shen Zuitian heard this, he shouted, "No, absolutely don´t get plastic surgery!"

"Why?" Biyan Mao asked, startled.

Shen Zuitian took a sip of tea and said, "Let me tell you a story about plastic surgery." <<less

I slowly pushed open the dark green glass window of the bungalow and saw Xiao Wu sitting serenely in the shade of a plum tree,... more>> leisurely swinging while reading a book. Even from a distance, I could vaguely recognize that she was reading a newly published horror novel. I find it a bit puzzling why so many girls are drawn to horror novels these days. The afternoon sunlight, filtered through the tree´s foliage, cast a slanted glow around Xiao Wu, outlining her figure. <<less

I held the desk lamp in my hand and struck down hard. Blood scattered like the petals of a rose. I sat down on the... more>> ground in a daze, watching as the unfamiliar man in front of me collapsed onto the red carpet. The blood slowly soaked into the beautiful, plush carpet, bit by bit... <<less