Citizens of the Dark Territory

He took the bean buns left over from his sister's cooking and headed towards the Rusty River, Qinghe and Fuyu. Here, emotions can be optimized and memories written off. But there are always people who light lamps at the top of the signal tower; carve the wait for a cup of soy milk on the rock wall; hide unfinished words in the sap. Lin Xiao didn't know if Fuyu had the answer. He only knew that as long as someone still remembered the name, it didn't really disappear.