Rebirth Starts from Owning Space

Under the cover of night, a figure stumbled along the street, stepping on the leaves beside the street and making a clicking sound. The swaying figure walked into the halo of lights and walked out of the halo. The whole person looked flickering, alone. I feel even more lonely in this dark and windy autumn night. Looking at the looming jade door on my chest, I seem to see the jade door slowly opening... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.