Time, You Are as Bright as the Morning Sun

Jia Qingyang has been tired of the cycle of ordinary life more than once. Day after day, the years flow by like a puddle without wind or rain. It is the choices made in adolescence that bring about the dull and boring results. This time he stood at a fork in the road of choice again. Jia Qingyang swallowed and stretched out his slightly trembling hand. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.