Accepting the true self is not an easy task.
Ye City is in peril, yet Bai Yanliang leans against the railing by the river bank, with countless thoughts stirring in his mind.
Looking back, after this journey, he is no longer who he once was.
The sky above the city is filled with a bloody glow, giant trees canopy the top, Bai Yanliang spoke of the cold and sharp river wind, silently watching the river, now reflecting a blood-red hue.
The sky is unclear, the light dim, this relatively young Ye City, which has already seen many stories, seems to be approaching its end.
Strange sounds fill the city, there are struggling roars and screams, as well as angry curses and howls, vaguely, there seem to be distant calls.
Walking on the footpath by the river bank, along this familiar road, Bai Yanliang walks slowly.
Passing by a shop, he uses the shop's floor-to-ceiling glass to see his own reflection.
