Between pure white and the abyss

Song Ci was twenty-three and had never felt that her world was missing anything. She was on a track scholarship, studying a major that wasn’t too demanding, and her daily troubles were nothing more than sore muscles after training and the dust on her bookshelves. Until a strangely unsettling passage in that novel took root in her mind. She trusted Shen Du—her roommate of over two years—and figured she could ask him anything she didn’t understand. She didn’t know that some questions are themselves gateways to an abyss, and even less did she realize that the more innocently she kept asking, the more she resembled someone walking barefoot toward a cliff.