Wen Shuo returned from the deep laboratory with a memory that was not of this world. He was originally a young man as gentle as the wind, but in the cracks of the forbidden experiment, he glimpsed the cracks between human nature and self. On the way to escape, he did not fight with violence, but used delicate perception and gentle words to try to find a place for himself and his companions to stay between pursuit and misunderstanding. The morning light of the city, the fragrance of osmanthus in the old alleys, and the glimmer of moss after the rain all became his solace in the confusing fate. The story does not end with destruction or revenge, but with understanding and symbiosis. When the truth seeps into the dust like drizzle, can Wen Shuo unlock the loneliness and longing behind taboos in a soft way? This book uses an elegant pen to describe the subtle inner flow of the escapees, and a strange flower blooms between the cruel reality and the gentle hope.
