Falling into the post-gate world, Yang Xiao's thoughts became blurred, his mind swarming with countless fragmented and broken images: the female ghost in the drama robe, Fu Qingzhu, Tong Han, Mo Daidai, Brother Sui, Beibei, Director Nalan, Zhuge Zhijie...
Only later did he realize that Director Nalan and the already deceased Zhuge Zhijie were standing side by side, both faces displaying the same rigid and distant smiles, unnaturally pale, gently waving at Yang Xiao as if beckoning him to come over.
Looking further behind them, the ground was undulating with white banners fluttering, which turned out to be rows of graves.
For some reason, Yang Xiao suddenly was able to see the names on the graves clearly: Nalan Shuo, Zhuge Zhijie, Beibei, Da Xiong, Yu Shu, Tong Han, Fu Qingzhu, Li Qingxuan... In an instant, Yang Xiao's eyes reddened with tears; every name was familiar to him, all of them were his friends.
