My name is Yi Lichen. Orphan, depressed, in arrears with rent, and with eighty-two dollars left in his card.
There are only four words in life: just waiting to die.
Until I took a pill called psilocylin.
In the gray wasteland, a girl in school uniform looked back at me and said with a smile——
"You're here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."
She is the first person in the world who smiles at me.
The first person to say "I'll wait for you".
The first person who made me feel that living is not impossible.
There is a businessman in the Gray Realm. All wishes can come true.
Want money? Give.
Want ability? Give.
Want to change your destiny? Give.
What's the cost?
Your body. Starting from the fingertips, it turns into stone inch by inch.
I traded.
The little finger of the right hand represents the courage to live.
Three fingers on the right hand, exchange for rent and food money.
The whole right hand was exchanged for the dean's life-saving money.
Left hand, left foot, right arm, left leg...
I am exchanging a petrified body for a flower that will never wither.
But later I found out——
She is not from the Gray Realm at all.
It is not a chess piece arranged by a businessman.
Not any external being.
She is myself, the flower that grew out of my bones and blood when I was most desperate.
With every transaction, I was getting further away from her.
There are only fourteen pills.
Fourteen opportunities to enter the gray realm, fourteen possibilities for transactions.
The businessman said: The day your whole body turns to stone, you will never see her again.
I said: Then let me turn into stone.
Anyway, she is always in my heart.
A speck of dust falls on a flower.
It was not arranged by the wind.
It was the dust itself that chose the flower
