In the starry sky, as the paper galaxy continued to fold in half, and when it completely disappeared from everyone’s sight, in another void, the world before Wang Baole’s eyes changed abruptly.
It was still the vast sea of paper, but it was no longer black, but white. As for the sky, the Sun, and even the flying birds and seagulls, they were all familiar paper-like existences.
A kindness that came from the will of the entire world emanated from heaven and earth and from all living things. It filled Wang Baole’s surroundings, as if he was delighted and welcoming.
Waves rose from the Sea of paper around him, as if they were worshipping him. This feeling made Wang baole feel comfortable inside and outside his body, and it was even more intimate.
