A Ray of Immortality in the Mortal World

The cold wind was biting, and Zheng Jiaxing was carrying a well-washed canvas bag. When he came here, he was full of ambitions. This bag was filled with his yearning for the future. Now, things have changed, and all the glitz has become a thing of the past. This bag is filled with grief, anger and regret. The woman's betrayal made him lose everything. He squeezed in the crowd of Spring Festival travel blankly, holding a ticket to an unknown destination in his hand. The train passed through thousands of rivers and mountains. Zheng Jiaxing was really tired. He sat in the lounge between the carriages and lit a cigarette. I don't know if it was because of the smell of inferior cigarettes or the dirty air. His eyes were blurred by tears. He leaned weakly against the door. He saw a strange vortex suddenly appear outside the window, and he instantly lost consciousness. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.