Fang Xu has been locked in a tower since he was three years old. For eighteen years, he relied on peeling orange peels to count the days, and more than 6,000 dried orange peels were piled on the windowsill. He thought he would always sit behind that iron grille until one day——
The door was kicked open.
Standing at the door was a 19-year-old girl covered in mud. She said her name was Agui, and she said, "I'll take you away." She taught him how to make fire, know the way, and recognize the stars, and he said she would make him a new cloak when he got to the beach. She said, "We'll talk about it when we get there."
Later she died. He died by the stream, still holding the fish he said he wanted to eat last night.
Fang Xu didn't cry. He worked hard to live, but found that he seemed to have gradually forgotten everything. He returned to the stream, wrapped the cloak she left for him around him, laid her sword across his chest, and lay down——
The light has come. The light went out. But he remembered what the light looked like.
Concept: A young man who has been sitting on the window sill for eighteen years is waiting for a ray of light. Just teach him to live, teach him to stop, teach him to recognize the stars. Then the light went out. But he didn't regret seeing it - because some things, once illuminated, would never dim again. This is not a story about death, it is about coming.