In life, there are some paths destined to be walked alone.
He Ximeng and Mei Qiong are people from the same world, struggling under the pressure of their families. Though unable to rely on each other, they are nonetheless witnesses on the road forward.
But at this moment.
He Ximeng stands in the desert of the Northwest.
Looking back, every corner of his life is barren, endless.
In a glance, he cannot fathom.
A myriad of thoughts swarm his mind.
Trapping him within.
Unable to break free.
His subordinate sees him spitting blood and comes to ask why.
He shakes his head lightly.
Not a single word can come out.
Inexpressible.
How can he explain?
Say that on this path forward, it's just himself?
Say that it is shrouded in darkness.
There isn't a single companion left?
No one understands.
Outsiders only see the glory without the desolation, no one can comprehend the suffering of their group.
Dusk.
The setting sun hangs low in the west.
