All things are moving in an eternal manner, and the light penetrates the floating dust and falls into the slightly opened pupils.
——The world was subtly distorted here, tiny air currents swirled where Yiyan was, his sleeves trembled and made a sound, and restless and uneasy emotions broke out of the cocoon.
Yu Yanzhi kept walking straight until it was too late to realize that something was wrong. The school library should have been at the end of the treeline, but now it was foggy, like a snowstorm? !
As if swallowing up space, the blizzard quickly covered Yanzhi's surroundings. The trees, bricks and tiles were all gone, replaced by the biting sound of wind and falling ice and snow.
The memory of Yu Yanzhi's fifteen years old is such an unprepared storm.