The Light on Your Way, the Shadow of Her Destination

My name is Feng Yuan, or any name you like. It's not important! Feng Yuan is a professional valedictorian and an amateur wanderer. He passed through six cities and met six of them. He regarded freedom as his faith and oblivion as his destiny. Until the seventh girl, on the snowy platform, handed him a crumpled note. Above is a Russian address. "Go find the person who wrote the story," her eyes were like the frozen soil of Siberia, "and tell him that the heartless character he wrote finally has warmth in his blood." Blizzard closed the roads and the trains roared on the endless tracks. Feng Yuan stared at the birch forest passing by outside the window, and saw his own silhouette clearly for the first time: He was the light on their way, a momentary fire that started a prairie fire. They became the shadow of his end, the eternal North Star...