The room was small. The walls were surprisingly clean with no posters. A faint fragrance lingered in the air; it was the smell of Gao Xinxin’s usual shampoo.0

The bed in the corner alone took up half of the room. The muted blue pillow and the blanket were a little rumpled, a sign that she had gotten up late and rushed out. The drawers at the bottom of the bed were Gao Xinxin’s wardrobe. Inside were her undergarments and favorite Lolita dresses. Her everyday clothes were in the bigger closet in their grandmother’s room.0

A small desk stood at the window. Sunlight shone through the swaying curtains....0