Ning Chao used to be a nameless weed. He was an experimental subject created in that era, and he should have hated them. In the end, though, he chose to sacrifice himself for one last hope. When he opened his eyes, he had arrived a thousand years in the future, and he even had a name of his own. But hadn’t they promised he would go down in history and be remembered for generations? How had he gone from a hero who saved the world to a coward everyone could bully?
Theme: Fate is a wildfire, but I am a weed.
