Just as Justice Pan swiped his face to open the shelter's door.
Yi Lin arrived at the summit of Mount Everest.
Here, he lived for ten years.
During those ten years, he was like a wraith, living in the crevice of the True One.
Yi Lin touched the icy bed, feeling quite sentimental.
Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
One night passed.
Morning light shone through the cave entrance, refracted by the ice, separating into its original colors and illuminating the cave like a fairyland.
Yi Lin sat through the night and took out his diary.
He would write the final entry as the administrator.
[Ten years have passed.]
[I've lived alone in the True One for ten years.]
[From now on, no one will know that a man named "Lin Yi" waited here for ten years.]
[But compared to you, this means nothing, right?]
[You waited a hundred years for Lin Yi, and seven hundred years for Taiyi. I only have one word to say: foolish.]
[So, don't say foolish things anymore. I can't let go.]
