In my memory, Long Xun's life can be summarized in sixteen words: lonely and powerless, pure and sincere, adhering to his bottom line, and cruelly manipulated by fate.
All he does every day is try to survive. He has no one to rely on and is powerless to fight back when he is bullied, so he feels lonely and helpless.
Even so, Long Xun has grown up to be someone who deserves help, and if someone is in trouble, he will help them to the best of his ability, which shows that he is pure, kind and sincere.
In his memory, even when Long Xun was on the verge of death many times, he never did anything immoral or unethical, adhering to a moral bottom line that others might even consider foolish.
But such a child, who could be called a good person or even a saint, did not live a satisfactory life; such is the cruel trick of fate.
Before the story begins, during the winter break before the start of the second semester of his freshman year, Long Xun's prize money from the first semester was enough to support him through his university life if he saved it. So, the autistic Long Xun preferred to stay in this small room during the entire winter break, reading books, using the computer, and studying other things on his own.
Actually, apart from the fact that my life has always been gray and lonely, it's been very peaceful.
Long Xun rubbed his head, his silky black hair slipping through his fingers, carrying a cool sensation. Then he got up, found a pair of faded jeans and a white t-shirt in the corner of the closet, changed into them, put on his black-rimmed glasses, and stood in front of the mirror to examine his appearance.
Fortunately, it's not particularly eye-catching.
With his keys, money, and phone in hand, Long Xun closed the door, and the moment he did, his cold, lazy, and extremely imposing aura vanished, making him completely inconspicuous.
Now, let's head into this wretched world.
After leaving the university, Long Xun took a look around the campus and found that the environment matched his memories. He then carefully avoided crowds and walked in increasingly secluded areas until he disappeared around a corner.
The next moment, a low, soft groan, as if from an ancient divine beast suddenly awakening from its slumber, rang out, but no one heard it.
Humans have always longed to fly, as if leaving the ground with their feet would symbolize freedom.
High in the endless sky, a silver-gray dragon coiled its body and flew freely. It had deer antlers, a bull's head, donkey lips, beast eyes, a snake's body, a fish's tail, shrimp whiskers, tiger's paws, and eagle's claws. It rode the clouds and mist, occasionally peeking out a scale or half a claw from the thick clouds, fully demonstrating what it means to be a divine dragon whose head is seen but whose tail is never seen.
That is Long Xun, who has completely transformed into a dragon.
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