Chapter 1

On February 14th, Valentine's Day, it's not just a Western holiday but has also become a very important festival in the East. On the streets, groups of handsome men and beautiful women, holding hands, carry fresh, blooming roses, laughing and chatting, strolling around, basking in the envious gazes of others. The crowded conditions do not make them angry; instead, they become even more elated.

"Hey, it's snowing, how beautiful!" The golden sun, which had been radiating energy, was suddenly obscured by a large cloud, and snowflakes began to fall. In an instant, the world turned white, like a beautiful maiden draped in a white veil. Oh, oh, it's snowing. Many children, undeterred by the cold, ran around on the snow, filled with joy.

However, at this moment, Wang Haiming had no such mood, no heart to enjoy the snow or play. His heart had already cooled to the temperature of the snow. "Have you really made up your mind?" Wang Haiming muttered to himself. He saw his girlfriend, Zhao Yan, in a coffee shop across the street, on a date with a man, after lying to him on the phone, saying she had to work overtime.

Wang Haiming and Zhao Yan both came from the mountain town to work in the city. They were from the same place, and with Wang Haiming's care, they worked at the same place and fell in love after not long, and it had been three years. "Haiming, can we afford a house?" "Haiming, the food you cook is so delicious, I'm so happy!" "Haiming, I don't want that bag anymore, let's save the money." The memories of their past, vivid and clear, moistened Wang Haiming's eyes. Zhao Yan's family was relatively well-off, and she was beautiful, making Wang Haiming feel he owed her. After they fell in love, Wang Haiming worked even harder, and in five years, he became a head chef. In their small rented home, he did all the housework, cooking, and cleaning, afraid to make his girlfriend feel wronged, and was even jokingly called a "five-good man" by his colleagues. A "five-good man," ha, can't resist the temptation of money! Wang Haiming smiled bitterly and called Zhao Yan. In fact, over the past two months, Wang Haiming had already noticed something, from initial disbelief to eventual helplessness. The man was the son of the boss of a large glass factory. Wang Haiming's close friends and colleagues all stood up for him, planning to beat up the guy, but Wang Haiming rejected the idea. It wasn't that he was afraid, but he felt it wasn't worth it. If the other person had changed their heart, it was better to let go; a forced melon is not sweet.

"Haiming? I haven't finished work yet. I'll call you when I'm done, and you can come pick me up." "Ha, don't talk anymore, I've already seen it, and I'm right across from you." Instantly, the other end of the phone fell silent, and then said, "Let's break up." "Okay." Wang Haiming didn't argue, just hung up the phone with two simple words. He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and prepared to go back to the rented house to pack his things and move out, to the dormitory, since they had broken up, they shouldn't stay under the same roof.

Ding, ding, ding... Wang Haiming hadn't taken a few steps when his phone rang again. He picked it up and saw it was his neighbor from the village, his childhood playmate, Wang Shan: "Brother Haiming, it's bad, your mother was beaten, come back quickly." Instantly, Wang Haiming was stunned, his mother was beaten.

Wang Haiming's mother, Liu Mei, was kind and rarely got angry, so how could she have a dispute with someone? Without a word, he hung up the phone and ran back to his small home. He pushed the second-hand motorcycle, revved the engine, and sped off. Wang Haiming came from a single-parent family, and his mother had raised three siblings with great difficulty, leaving her with a lifetime of health problems. Since Wang Haiming was old enough to understand, he helped his mother every day, vowing to make her life better. A person has a sore spot, and touching it will make them furious. Family, especially his mother, was Wang Haiming's sore spot. The howling north wind and the snow could not extinguish the rage in Wang Haiming's heart. As he left the city, the streetlights gradually disappeared, and the light bulb on his second-hand motorcycle also stopped working. Wang Haiming carefully rode along the side of the road. He looked at his phone; it was already ten o'clock. In about an hour, he would be home. Actually, Wang Haiming's home was not far from the city; it took only three hours by bus to the town, but the road from the town to the village was difficult to travel. Wang Haiming's home, Wangzhuang, was a mountain village, not accessible by road, making it hard to enter and exit.

Who the hell beat my mother? Wang Haiming was almost hysterical. Suddenly, a bright light flashed from a corner not far ahead, blinding Wang Haiming's eyes, making everything white. In general, when walking at night, if the headlights of an oncoming car are too bright, it can cause temporary blindness, making it impossible to see anything. The best thing to do is to slow down or stop until the car passes. However, Wang Haiming was in a hurry, and the headlights appeared suddenly. The motorcycle did not slow down and crashed into a pile of something on the side of the road. His head hurt badly, and then he passed out. The unscrupulous perpetrator did not even stop but sped away. A large patch of red blood stained Wang Haiming's white clothes and dripped onto the white snow, like a bright red rose.

Suddenly, Wang Haiming's chest emitted a dazzling light, and then he disappeared, leaving only the broken motorcycle. Where am I? After an unknown amount of time, Wang Haiming slowly woke up. Am I dead? Wang Haiming remembered being almost hit by a truck, unable to dodge, and crashing into a pile of dirt on the side of the road, then losing consciousness.

Is this hell? Wang Haiming found himself lying under a large, unknown tree. Not far away were three small mountains, and a stream flowed from the mountain, converging into a small pond near the tree. The water was not deep, and it was clear to the bottom. The sky was blue and cloudless, a cleanliness he had never seen before, but there was no sun, yet it was as bright as daylight, without any darkness. It didn't look like hell or heaven, just him alone, lying under the tree.

Woof, woof, suddenly a sound interrupted Wang Haiming's thoughts. A creature that looked a bit like a dog appeared before him. What was different was that this creature was golden, not yellow, and had two horns on its head, though they were still small, and its bark was different. The golden little creature was using its tongue to lick the water from a small puddle under the tree, cleaning Wang Haiming's wound. It looked clumsy but was quite cute. "Thank you, little one, I'll do it myself." The little one seemed to understand Wang Haiming's praise, barking excitedly and circling around him.

Ouch, he didn't know the pain until he moved slightly. The wound was excruciating. Not knowing if he could get out, he decided to clean the wound first. He moved to the small puddle, undid his shirt, and a wound about twenty centimeters long appeared, the flesh torn, blood flowing, making Wang Haiming's teeth chatter. He scooped up the water from the puddle and sprinkled it on the wound. Oddly, the expected pain did not come; instead, there was a cool, refreshing feeling. After a while, it turned into a tingling sensation, as if there were many bugs inside, and the wound quickly stopped bleeding. Tired and hungry, Wang Haiming drank some water and fell into a deep sleep.

In this space, there was no sense of time, and his cheap phone was broken, so Wang Haiming didn't know how long he had slept, only that his stomach was hungry. "Hey, the wound is healed." He looked down and saw that the long wound had already scabbed over, though it still hurt a little, it was much better. "Could that water have such a miraculous effect?" "Hey," Wang Haiming realized he could communicate with the little golden creature, not through words but through thoughts.

"Unbelievable." Wang Haiming understood that this was neither hell nor heaven but inside the jade pendant he had worn for over ten years. When he was young, he accidentally knocked over a statue in the old house's ancestral hall, thinking he had caused a big problem, but the statue spat out a jade pendant. Wang Haiming thought it was nice, so he found a red string, tied it, and wore it around his neck, and he had worn it for ten years.

Since the wound was healed, Wang Haiming carefully examined the space. It wasn't very large, with three mountains, each about 300 meters high. At the foot of the mountains was a large piece of land, about 100 acres, and a large, unknown tree. Under the tree was a small puddle that seemed to never fill up, and in front of the tree was a small pond, formed by a spring from the mountains. According to the little golden creature, the water in the pond could accelerate the growth of plants and animals, though Wang Haiming was skeptical.

The space was surrounded by a white mist, not quite fog, but he couldn't pass through it. The large, unknown tree stood in the center of the space. Wang Haiming gave it a grand name: World Tree. The water droplets under the tree were like morning dew, which he called "Morning Dew." After drinking some Morning Dew, Wang Haiming felt his hunger disappear, and his body was filled with energy.

"How do I get out?" As he thought, Wang Haiming found himself already outside, sitting next to the broken motorcycle. He touched his chest, and the jade pendant was gone, probably fused into his wound.

"Hey, it's still night?" The sky was still snowing, and the motorcycle was still emitting black smoke. "It can't have been a whole day, right? It can't be, this thought was quickly dismissed. If it had been a whole day, the broken motorcycle would have been towed away. It must still be today." Wang Haiming had a strange idea: time in the real world and in the space was different. Using the snowlight, Wang Haiming reassembled his cheap phone. With a pleasant ring, the phone still worked, making Wang Haiming ecstatic. He thought of a popular phrase: "Cheap version, it's strong."

It was February 14th, 11:00 AM. Wang Haiming realized it was only 11:00 AM. After a rough calculation, he found that one day in the real world was about one month in the space. Truly unbelievable.

Today has been a day of many events. Since it's not too far from home, I'll walk back. I'll leave the motorcycle; it's a pity, but it's a piece of scrap metal now. Even if I sell it as scrap, it might not cover the towing fee. "Forget it, let the scrap collector have it."

After three hours, Wang Haiming finally arrived home, but the door was closed and locked, making him frown. "Mom, she must have gone back to the old house."

Across from Wang Haiming lived the Li Yihong family, who had moved in a year ago and ran a small cement factory. They had connections in the town and were considered wealthy and powerful. No one in the village or even the town dared to provoke them. Last year, a Wang family member complained about the factory's vehicles damaging his crops, and he was beaten and broke his leg. In the end, he only received compensation, making Li Yihong even more arrogant. Under the protection of the factory, he gathered a group of thugs, who would beat anyone they didn't like, and the town would always clean up the mess, even having connections in the city, making them fearless.

"Mom, I'm back." Seeing the light still on in the house, Wang Haiming knew his mother was still awake. "Haiming, why are you here? You know, right? I couldn't hide it from you. It was Shanzi who told you, right?"

Mother sighed and told him what happened. It turned out that Li Yihong's wife, Li Wei, had piled garbage at Wang Haiming's doorstep. Mother Liu Mei couldn't stand it and said a few words. Unexpectedly, Li Wei started cursing and pushed Liu Mei a few times. Due to the slippery snow, Liu Mei fell and twisted her waist, unable to get up for a long time. Li Wei even threatened that if Wang Haiming came to seek revenge, she would break his leg.

Hearing this, even if Wang Haiming had a good temper, he was furious. He grabbed the iron pipe behind the door and was ready to go to the village to settle the score. "Haiming, let's not go, okay? They are many and powerful. How can you fight them? If something happens to you, what will happen to the family?"

Mother started crying, and Wang Haiming had to promise not to go out, comforting her before returning to his room, but he couldn't sleep. It seems everything depends on me. Wang Haiming had two uncles, but he had already cut ties with them. One drove in the city and, fearing it would affect his career, had long declared he would never return or be found by the family. Wang Haiming hadn't seen this uncle for years. The second uncle was even worse. When his father was alive, he saved money for years to build a house and get him married. After his father's death, he turned his back, saying the house was his own. Even worse, he helped the Li Yihong family bully his mother, and many people cursed him behind his back. For such a small matter, he would make them pay. In his anger, Wang Haiming gradually fell asleep.