The bright moon in Huainan is cold and the mountains are cold, and no one cares about me when I return - "Traveling on the Shasha"
Lin Huaixi × Park Nanxu
Crossing thousands of mountains and ridges just to find the truth of the past, what is the significance of whether facts are true or false? The vast desert, the boundless ocean, and the bottomless ocean seemed to have a pair of eyes watching them silently. What is the secret of the world...
Purpose: This book is dedicated to my boyhood, which was a boring time.
