was the day fate took a turn for the billions of people on this planet.
Lan Ling, suspected of having lived two lives, has a panicked mess of a heart hidden beneath her expressionless exterior.
That's the blurb for now. I might abandon this story at any moment. My writing is kindergarten-level, my ideas are third-rate, my logic makes no sense, and my values are dead.
The author didn't finish the article. Did he go to heaven?