I used to think that life was an upward path.
When I was twenty years old, I put on the military uniform and thought I would be a hero from now on. At the age of twenty-five, I was walking in the jungle of the Golden Triangle with a gun in hand, thinking that living meant winning. At the age of twenty-nine, I went undercover in a telecom fraud park in northern Myanmar, thinking I was doing the right thing. At the age of thirty-one, I stood in court wearing a prison uniform and realized that the world is never black and white.
This book is not a heroic story.
He is an ordinary person who has been pushed along in the torrent of the times. He has gone so far that he almost forgot where he came from. It was a son who saw his mother's white hair through the bars and realized what regret was. It was a father who finally understood when he held his daughter in his arms - the answer I had spent half my life searching for turned out to be in an ordinary dinner.
From the rural areas of Lunan to the jungle of the Golden Triangle, from mercenaries to undercover agents, from prisoners to fathers. I have been walking this road for sixteen years.
If you ask me, what do I regret most in this life? I would say, a lot.
If you ask me, what is the luckiest thing in this life? I would say, finally, I came home.
I dedicate this book to all those who walk in the darkness but never forget the light.
