"You only have five years." The doctor put the words on the table without any emotion. He just responded lightly and there was no follow-up. The sunshine in the early spring illuminated the person lazily, and the pink peach petals were scattered on the windowsill. His time was frozen like this. Without any farewell, he walked alone on a moonlit road. The illustrations from his childhood aroused his heartbeat as he didn't know where to go. Changbai was lost in the tomb; the land of fire; the sky of the ocean; whether he could find the key to healing himself.
"Gradually, I discovered why I was living. It was not that I wanted to heal myself, but that I still wanted to live," an explorer wrote in his diary.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
