C151 Mist

It was all a dream. Luo Chuan said to himself in a daze.

He remembered the day, when he was eight or nine years old, when the neighbor girl he liked kicked him into a pool at the entrance to the village. The ice had not yet completely melted, and the water smelled of old urine and dead fish. He struggled to keep himself from sinking, but the water around him was cold and bone-piercing