"Once it's done, depart without attachment, keep your talents and fame hidden."
Zhou Ping'an returned to his room, gazed out at the deep moonlight, and silently revealed a trace of a smile.
All these years, the weight that had been pressing on his heart, at last, part of it had been lifted...
He still remembered, not long after starting his sophomore year at university, the evening breeze of October was still slightly hot and dry. He and his roommates had just played a late game of basketball and returned to the dorm.
The moonlight back then, like tonight, was half like a sickle, half a halo.
At that time, while blowing off steam over beer, he suddenly received a phone call...
That autumn turned bone-chillingly cold.
Life took a turn from there.
Zhou Ping'an listened to the even breathing of his mother and sister in the rooms next door and let out a long breath.
He resealed some old memories deep in his heart once again.
"Life will get better and better."
