The Play of Immortality

My name is Han Qi, and I’m a first-year college student. I often travel between different worlds, though I don’t know what I’m searching for. Everything feels so unreal. Every day when I wake up, I can’t tell which world I’m in. It’s all because I came into possession of an ancient painting. I struggle, wait, and search through the endless river of time and space, all for that red robe from long ago, and a single tear-stained mark.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.