“Love without material security is like a pile of loose sand. A gust of wind comes, and it scatters.”
“But what if there were no material comforts? Just one man, one woman, a deserted island, and their imagination and creativity?”
“Your Excellency, how should we handle this?”
Zhang Zilin gazed out of the cave at the pitch-black world beyond, a world of his own. Like a new map shrouded in fog, it awaited his step-by-step exploration and discovery.
Later, a cultivation system will also emerge. This novel is for readers with vivid imaginations.
