After death, man has a soul.
This was confirmed by Feng Zikang through his own death.
He was originally an ordinary teenager, walking the same path as everyone else, boring to go to school and study, waiting for one day to graduate and become an adult.
Until one day, he met two hooligans in the dark alley who tried to commit violence against a young woman.
Although he is not usually a brave person, he still has the blood of a boy, so he acted bravely, and then he was stabbed thirteen times, bleeding non-stop, and fell to the ground.
The woman fled in panic, and the hooligan whistled away.
Originally, Feng Zikang would not have died, if the woman who escaped by luck was willing to call the police or look for help.
But no.
He lay flat on the cold ground, feeling his blood dripping dry, no one to save him, no one to care about him.
The cut throat made him only let out a slight panting sound, and he was unable to call for help.
The night grew darker and darker, and as his life faded away, the starry sky in his eyes began to spin and dance, becoming illusory.
His body stiffened, his mind blurred, and the courage, hope, and impulse in his heart all turned into hatred.
I'm kind enough to save people, why are I lying here like a dead dog?
That woman, is she scared to make a phone call?
Why?!
When the last drop of his blood drained, his anger was at its peak.
He found his soul leaving his body, drifting upwards and upwards.
With a sense of reluctance and hatred, he went all the way up.
Through the atmosphere, through the vastness of space, through the stars.
Thirty-three days away.