There has been no one under the West City wall all year round, not because the place is remote, but because the place is evil - aside from the cold misty air, the sticky earth, and the almost spotless white wall, even the well-behaved boy who lives underneath is inexplicably uncomfortable.
When Yu Yao raised his head to catch the rainwater in the corner, an umbrella covered the gray sky above his head. He turned his head, and the young man's clear face was reflected in his pupils.
"Sometimes I really can't figure out whether fate chose me or whether I chose fate."
Purpose: Find yourself in another world