Wang Mingyao.
Three words, unremarkable, like a name that could be scanned from any class roster. But what lies behind this name is a resume that you would never believe belongs to a child - the scales of joy and sorrow are too sharp, and the snow on those peaks is too biting.
He did reach the top.
On the human ladder built by the arms of his brothers, at the end of the bloody road of passing five levels and killing six generals, he stood in the position that countless people looked up to. But no one told him that the wind at the top was so strong that it could blow away all the echoes; the snow at the top was so white that it could cover all the footprints.
And those who helped him hold the soles of his shoes——
