My name is Ye Qing, I'm 21 years old, and a third-year student in the Fine Arts Department of a normal university. I'm 172 cm tall and weigh 58 kg. I like quiet and don't talk much. In Qiao Na's words, I'm a bit withdrawn. Jona is one of my roommates and one of my few friends. She's the
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My name is Ye Qing, I'm 21 years old, and a third-year student in the Fine Arts Department of a normal university. I'm 172 cm tall and weigh 58 kg. I like quiet and don't talk much. In Qiao Na's words, I'm a bit withdrawn.
Jona is one of my roommates and one of my few friends. She's the complete opposite of me—enthusiastic, outgoing, and stylish.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the school is deserted. I woke up naturally and looked at the clock; it was already 12 o'clock. I quickly washed my face, ran my fingers through my hair, grabbed my bag, and wandered around the street.
To be honest, I don't like these days of family reunion. They always make me feel incredibly lonely, as if I'm the only person left in the world.
I slowly looked through each shop window, not at the items inside, but at the reflections of the passersby. Everyone there seemed to be in a hurry, while I felt like a wandering ghost, unsure of where to go.
As dusk settled, the temperature cooled slightly, no longer as scorching as during the day. Neon lights began to flicker, and one by one, the lights in the tall buildings came on. The faint sounds of laughter and chatter could still be heard. But not a single light shone for me, not a single door opened for me, not a single person waited for me…
The bright moon in the sky cast a soft silvery glow, stretching my shadow long and making me appear even more alone.
Then I saw an old man, his face covered in dust and his expression weary. In front of him lay a cheap plastic sheet, on which were displayed some small trinkets like jade pendants and gemstones. Perhaps it was the melancholy on his face, perhaps his tired figure, perhaps it was the vicissitudes in his eyes that drew me in. Or perhaps, it was just my own boredom…
Anyway, I went over, squatted down, and started carefully selecting items, even though I knew perfectly well they were all fakes.
He didn't have the usual eagerness of a businessman; he just silently watched me. For about ten minutes, maybe longer? I can't quite remember. I only know that he suddenly asked me in a low voice, "Do you really want to buy a piece of jade?"
I didn't say anything, or even raise my head; I just nodded slightly.
Then, a withered hand reached out to me—a very old mahogany box. He opened the lid, and I saw a jade pendant with a faint green glow lying quietly inside.
I took it out and saw that it was a Guanyin statue. The carving was very delicate; Guanyin's robes were flowing, and she held a willow branch in her hand. The lines were very smooth, and she sat serenely on a lotus platform. Her expression was very peaceful.
I immediately and inexplicably fell in love with it.
"How much?"
"You can decide how much to give."
I opened the bag and took out all the money inside. I grabbed a ribbon from his stall, strung the jade on it, and wore it around my neck.
The jade felt warm, like my mother's hand gently stroking my chest. My eyes instantly welled up with tears.
After saying goodbye to the old lady, I walked aimlessly down the street, tears silently streaming down my face—how long had it been since I'd thought of my mother? Five years? Ten years?
The blinding light shone on me, and I instinctively looked up, only to see a huge, dark shadow lunge at me, followed by the screech of screeching brakes. My body floated up, light as a feather. Finally, I could see my mother! A faint smile appeared on my face…
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[Volume 1: The Encounter - Chapter 2: Tarzan]
Pain. It felt like my whole body had been struck by countless hammers. I felt as if I had been torn into countless pieces, each piece groaning in agony.
"Water, water..." I groaned weakly. In my hazy state, someone leaned closer, and then clear water, like sweet dew, dripped onto my lips.
I don't know how much time passed before I gradually regained consciousness. I remembered the car accident. I didn't die? I opened my eyes, but what I saw was not the pristine white world I had imagined.
This was an extremely simple little wooden cabin. There were very few furnishings inside. And everything in the cabin looked strange.
"Is anyone there?" I called out softly.
The only response I received was deathly silence. The surroundings were so quiet it was as if no one lived there.
"Is nobody here?" I asked again, my voice
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
