Return to the Forest

It all started on a summer night when I was twenty-nine years old, with those moist eyes like a deer in a convenience store. He easily tamed the nineteen-year-old Yu Qin with his experience and materials, but he forgot that he was already the product of another cage. When the lost deer crossed the ice field and returned to the lush forest that should have belonged to her, Zheng Shuo looked at it all and felt that the desolation that had been spreading quietly since childhood finally swallowed up the last bit of green. He did not die of illness, but of a complete desertification of his emotional system, which eventually trapped his long-dried soul.