This is not a cool article.
This is the story of a man who climbed out of the abyss and filled it up with his own hands.
There is the most real despair here, as well as the hottest blood.
There are betrayals, betrayals, and people who still choose to believe in the darkest moments.
There are the revelers in the casino, the screams in the park, the escape in the jungle, and the red flag on the border.
There is Li Xiang, there is Xiao Yue, there is A Kun, and there is Lao Mao.
There are those who come back alive, and those who stay there forever.
I would like to write this article:
Dedicated to all compatriots who were deceived out of the country and have not returned yet.
Dedicated to those who go against the grain in the darkness and pull others out of the abyss.
Dedicated to everyone who is going through the darkest moment but still wants to "go home".
