Gu Jianlin couldn't tell what kind of emotions he was feeling as he pushed open that door.
The dilapidated room had unpainted walls, where red bricks and the mud wedged between them lay bare. Evidently, no one had entered in a long time, and as the air began to circulate, dust surged toward him.
Inside the room, there was only a worn-out wooden desk, a ballpoint pen, and scattered documents.
Beyond that, there was a world map with black circles drawn on it pinned to the wall, along with a chair with broken legs.
Gu Jianlin reached out and ran his hand over the coarse surface of the desk, gathering a good amount of dust on his fingertips.
Those circled places on the map might be the locations that man had once visited.
His footsteps stretched across the globe, even to some unfamiliar and obscure small countries that Gu Jianlin had never even heard of.
He then shifted his gaze to the scattered documents on the desk—only three sheets in total, all covered in dust.
