Synopsis
Western calendar, June 15th — that was the date Xiang Jia had set for herself to die. It was currently the 8th day of the 12th lunar month. Less than half a year left. She'd done the math on her savings. It was enough to cover the time she had remaining. She felt something close to peace. On the walk home after her evening shift, she stopped and bought a serving of sweet osmanthus glutinous rice lotus root. She was still eating it when she stepped into the run-down corridor and felt a dagger press against her throat. The man…
