"If everything could go back to how it was, would you still be willing to come with me..."
Amid the vast snowfall, the young man's worn scarf, scorched in places, slipped softly from his shoulders. Those he once knew drifted farther and farther away. He transmigrated across the wasteland, yet remained utterly alone. Some encounters are fated; others are disasters. There's no need to chase what is fated. And as for disaster, it would have been better if it had never happened.
The second book in the Lu Xun series. Cover image found online.
