Outside the window, a new crescent moon rose quietly, its pale light falling across the balcony.
Zhong Qirui lit a cigarette and sat alone there, motionless for a long time.
In his memory, the company had long been his second home, his haven in a foreign land, and the place he once thought of as his destination.
But now, this place, once more familiar to him than anywhere else, was slowly becoming strange.
After a long while, he finally stood up and gathered the cigarette butts from the floor.
Then he went back to the dormitory, lay down, and closed his eyes.
It wasn't long before he fell into a deep sleep.
This time, he dreamed again of himself just after leaving his hometown and setting foot in a foreign country.
Theme: Any resemblance is purely coincidental
