A snowy night, a bridge, a dream.
Ah Yin held her three-year-old daughter in her arms and gradually lost consciousness in the wind and snow that was more than ten degrees below zero. He thought he would die, his daughter would die, and that would be the end of it.
But when I woke up, instead of a ceiling, there was a glowing ancient forest above me.
There is no golden finger, no system, no technique that falls from the sky. There is only a 24-year-old courier and his three-year-old daughter, standing bare-handed in a strange fantasy world where the jungle is strong.
