Where Can I Forget My Way Home?

Tang Yu and I met in the autumn of 1998, and parted ways that same autumn.

At the time, I was trapped in a desperate situation, plagued by a corpse-grudge serpent fetus.

In early 2003, I came down with SARS and had little time left to live. Tang Yu, who had long since vanished, appeared again like a god from heaven and pulled me back from death once more.

From then on, fate bound us together. We faced countless dangers and hardships and witnessed the warmth of countless ghosts and spirits.

In 2008, the tenth year since I’d met Tang Yu, he said he felt as if he’d known me in a past life. Through the tears he shed, I saw our past and present lives, and a cycle of rebirth that would never end.

He said he loved me, as the universe is eternal and the soul is undying.