Gao Yuliang escaped and started a new chapter in his life. Raindrops pricked the car window like sewing needles. Gao Yuliang looked at the blurry neon lights outside the glass and suddenly thought of the Wutong Road of Handong University. The sound of the autumn rain hitting the dead leaves at that time was somewhat similar to the rhythm of the windshield wipers swinging left and right at this moment. However, back then, there were always a few students holding "The Fifteen Years of Wanli" around him, but now there were only iron railings separating him from the world.
