Introduction:AboutthePastofMingdu:ThespringinMingduisalwayswindyanddusty,makingithazyandannoying.Butthisyearwasstrange;thewinddidn'tcome,anditsuddenlybecamesummer,hottodeath.Theweatherwasgettingweirderandweirder,soIjustignoredit.Iploppeddownatmydesk,squintedatthescreen,andmechanicallytappedonthekeyboard.Lifestillhadtogoonwithits9-to-5routine,calmandpredictable,wherewasthereanyhope?Manyyearslater,oneday,Isuddenlyrememberedthewindlessspring.Ivaguelyrecalledthatseason,anditfeltlikeitwasthetruebeginning.