My surname is Xu, my name is New Year's Eve, and my intention is to be thirty, year after year, year after year.
What was supposed to be a beautiful life fell apart one day.
My fate is like a candle in the wind, leaving me only the shaky starlight.
In the last month of my life, I felt like I was being strangled by the throat, trapped in the corridor of fate and unable to extricate myself.
Until, I got a jade pendant.
Parting through the clouds and mist, one can see an ancient building, a paradise, and a story...
At that moment, my life seemed to have meaning...
Concept: It is based on the protagonist who is seriously ill. When he is extremely decadent, he comes to a paradise full of peace and beauty, and feels the hard-won warmth at the last moment of his life. I would like to write this book as a tribute to the people who are confused and decadent, and hope that everyone can find their own twelfth floor.
