A village surrounded by mud.
Countless villagers were trapped in the perilous highlands.
The pouring rain was like a waterfall. Mud was rolling and roaring like animals, savaging their homes. Everybody was shivering in the storm, waiting for the storm to die down or for the highland where they were at to be swallowed by the flood and mud.
However, there was one young man among the villagers whose performance was extraordinary.
His eyes were blurred, and his face was dazed, as if he were dwelling in his memories. Then, he extended his hands to the sky, as if he had received a certain message from the dense clouds, or as if he were releasing all the information about his life.
"Hey, Ah Hao, what's going on? Are you scared silly?"
His friends pushed him hard.
"I—I have a headache. I don't know why, but I thought of a novel that I read a few days ago."
