Li Nan became a paper man. The paper man who had been highlighted snuggled up on the same paper-tied old cattle. He watched the funeral procession pass by in front of his eyes.

The filial children and grandchildren were crying and praying to their forefathers to go all the way well. Nobody looked at him.

It made him feel empty and panicky.

Because he knew very well that he couldn't find six people to look into his eyes. He was a paper man burned to ashes. He had no soul. He fell from the sky to the ground and became fertilizer.

What about the people who look at me? Where...