When Lin Xuan opened his eyes, the morning light was shining on his face through the gap in the curtains.
He stared at the familiar crack in the ceiling for three minutes - the crack had been there since he was ten years old and was shaped like a bird with spread wings. Then he slowly sat up and looked around the bedroom, which was less than fifteen square meters.
There are high school textbooks and mock test papers piled on the desk, and the calendar on the wall is stopped at June 5, 2012. An old alarm clock ticked on the bedside table. The time was 6:27 in the morning.
Lin Xuan looked down at his hands. Slender and fair-skinned, there are no scars left by those battles in the world, nor the eternal aura tainted by controlling the stars. These are the hands of a seventeen-year-old boy.
He got out of bed and walked to the mirror. In the mirror is a handsome but slightly childish face, with slightly messy black hair, but there is a vicissitude in the eyes that is inconsistent with his age.
"Really... Back" Lin Xuan muttered to himself.
