Prologue

It is said that human memory truly begins at the age of five. Yang Jing did not believe this. She often recalled that dusk in a half-dreaming state, the sunset glowing orange-red, casting two beams of light on the bamboo mat, where two naked bodies intertwined and wriggled like maggots. Sun Li let out a moan that was half pain and half ecstasy from between her teeth. When she raised her eyes, she saw Yang Jing standing there in a daze behind the cloth curtain, grinning at her with red lips. At that time, Yang Jing was three years old, and now she is thirteen. Sun Li is dead, and she did not shed a single tear; she felt that death was a good thing.

It is said that human memory truly begins at the age of five

Yang Jing was unconvinced

She often recalls that dusk in a half-dreaming state, the sunset glowing orange-red, casting two beams of light on the cool mat. Their bare bodies intertwined and wriggled like maggots. Sun Li let out a moan that was half pain and half ecstasy from between her teeth. When she raised her eyes, she saw her standing dazed behind the cloth curtain, grinning at her with her red lips.

Yang Jing was three years old at that time, and now she is thirteen. Sun Li has died, and she did not shed a single tear; she felt that death was a good thing.