Chen Shu and Ye Sui did not expect a stack of videotapes to be there in the box. They were wrapped in a sealed cloth. They were well preserved, only a little moist.

  Ye Sui carefully turned them over and looked at the inside of the videotapes. They were more than ten years old. Who would put these things here?

  “Who buried these videos here?”


  Ye Sui had just asked Chen Shu when she heard a weak voice coming from behind him, wandering in the silent and dead night.

  “It’s mine.”


  Ye Sui was so startled, she almost threw the videotapes out of the box. Since Chen Shu couldn’t hear at all, he also wasn’t scared. He calmly helped Ye Sui hold the edge of the box.

  “Be careful. The videotapes are my babies. Don’t break them,”