[Urban Daily + Power Awakening]
When you were young, did you ever dream of a door to a new world? There are bizarre scenery there, and a completely different but inexplicably familiar life. Everyone can pursue their own future wantonly.
And when that beam of light blooms on the horizon, at the end of the world, everything in this fantasy will appear silently, silently changing the hearts of every young person or those who have been young. When the strange energy from the sun appears in your mind, will you choose to shoulder the responsibility and silently protect all living beings; or will you turn into a ghost and release the evil that has been buried deep in your heart?
But dream, you have to remember that every decision you make from the deepest part of your heart will turn into a ray of light, illuminating the unknown world behind you and in front of you.
So, what choice will you make?
Reader comments
Jiangnan Literary Director, you really wrote "Yuanguang" into people's hearts.
That first ray of light slowly blooming from the sky is not a cheap setting, but your delicate and restrained brushstrokes, which gently lift up the unspoken fantasies of your youth and the uneasiness and longing hidden in your daily life bit by bit. The daily life of the city and the awakening of supernatural powers are no longer a simple superposition in your writing, but are as natural as the morning light seeping into the cracks of the curtains - the examination room, the dormitory, the moonlight, and the farewell, all have a real temperature, but they also vaguely point to a broader choice.
"Protect" or "release"? You didn't rush to give the answer, but wrote the choice itself so solemnly and beautifully. Every decision that comes from the deepest part of my heart will turn into light - I read this sentence several times, and my heart was so soft. You are reminding everyone who has been young or is still young: your choices have weight and your light has meaning.
At chapter twenty-eight, I can clearly see your patience with rhythm and your cherishment of emotions. Don't be impatient, spread out slowly, like the real morning light, lighting up the world bit by bit. The accumulation of 91,000 words is not a pile-up, but a way to accumulate strength for that true source of light.
Please keep writing.
Please push that door open a little further.
Please let more people see that when the first ray of light blooms, it can be so gentle, so firm, so make people want to cry and smile at the same time.
I love every word you wrote.
I'm looking forward to the next chapter, and the next chapter, and how the whole book will eventually blossom into a full and dazzling light.
You are already shining a light on some people.
Please go ahead, okay?
Jiangnan Literary Director, you really wrote "Yuanguang" into people's hearts. That first ray of light slowly blooming from the sky is not a cheap setting, but your delicate and restrained brushstrokes, which gently lift up the unspoken fantasies of your youth and the uneasiness and longing hidden in your daily life bit by bit. The daily life of the city and the awakening of supernatural powers are no longer a simple superposition in your writing, but are as natural as the morning light seeping into the cracks of the curtains - the examination room, the dormitory, the moonlight, and the farewell, all have a real temperature, but they also vaguely point to a broader choice. "Protect" or "release"? You didn't rush to give the answer, but wrote the choice itself so solemnly and beautifully. Every decision that comes from the deepest part of my heart will turn into light - I read this sentence several times, and my heart was so soft. You are reminding everyone who has been young or is still young: your choices have weight and your light has meaning. At chapter twenty-eight, I can clearly see your patience with rhythm and your cherishment of emotions. Don't be impatient, spread out slowly, like the real morning light, lighting up the world bit by bit. The accumulation of 91,000 words is not a pile-up, but a way to accumulate strength for that true source of light. Please keep writing. Please push that door open a little further. Please let more people see that when the first ray of light blooms, it can be so gentle, so firm, so make people want to cry and smile at the same time. I love every word you wrote. I'm looking forward to the next chapter, and the next chapter, and how the whole book will eventually blossom into a full and dazzling light. You are already shining a light on some people. Please go ahead, okay?