Yin and Yang Have No Phase

Xu Zhiyan once thought that his youth would forever be immersed in the fragrance of legal history books, until that late spring evening, when he turned into a mottled blue brick arch to avoid the rain, he caught a glimpse of the elegant Yin-Yang mask beside the moss at the base of the wall. He did not know that this Yin-Yang mask that spanned time was quietly opening a door for him, linking him to the fate of the world.