More than twenty years later, the red-brick towers have long since crumbled amid the overgrown weeds. Their scattered remnants are still traceable, though. What happened here, the people he met, even the name he once carved into that white wall with his own hands, all remain vivid in his mind. As for the decision he made back then, Chen Wen gave a helpless smile and stared blankly for a moment. Perhaps it was fate.
