358. Escape

Inside the room which the owner was gazing into, a man who seems to be in his early forties sit peacefully on top of a mattress that gives out a peculiar aura. Although the room was closed tight and not even a fly could go inside, a strange wind was blowing and swirling ever so slightly around the air. 

Each breath the man's exhale would create a lifelike snow powders which glimmering beautifully from the candles and lanterns. His countenance was still and calm, as if a surface of a lake that hadn't been disturbed for days. While the wind around him was dancing to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

However, for the very time on that day, the man twitched his eyelids faintly, seemingly realizing something in his mind. Slowly, he gently open