Gao Yuliang escaped with his life and began a new chapter. The rain struck the car window like sewing needles. Gazing at the blurred neon lights beyond the glass, Gao Yuliang suddenly thought of the plane-tree-lined avenue at Handong University. The sound of autumn rain falling on dead leaves back then bore a striking resemblance to the windshield wipers sweeping back and forth now. But in those days, a few students carrying copies of "The Fifteen Years of Wanli" were always by his side. Now, only iron bars stood between him and the world.
