Maybe he was crazy to go upstairs.
Everyone in the building had an identity card. Some were face-up, others face-down.
He was the Keeper of the Tombs. Like the countless times he had sat quietly at home waiting for his brothers to show up, he sat quietly on the eighteenth floor, watching the sun rise and set, the plants flourish and wither, and fate roll over him.
So, can you guess what identity cards the others have, and what kind of stories those cards will bring them?
Zhu Zhixin: It wasn’t that he was lucky enough to avoid danger. Every danger passed through him, which was why nobody else got hurt.
Zuo Hang: Everyone who tried to break the cycle failed. He alone was the one who truly reached its end.
Zhang Zeyu: He was absolutely rational, yet he couldn’t turn away from their impulsive love.
Zhang Ji: Whatever he wants, he gets. One-for-one exchanges above the gods; invincible below them.
Su Xinhao: From sharing everything to having nothing left to say. He knew things had changed, but not why or how to go back. Fine, then they wouldn’t go back. They would walk forward side by side.
P.S. This is a fanfic and may be out of character. Don’t read it if that bothers you.
My writing isn’t great, but I’ll do my best to tell the story well.
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