"This is a man as powerful as a deity. With him in the space, I can always write very easily, because as long as he is around, I can block all disasters and suffering for you.
He has no words, no happiness, and no grief. He’s always like a porcelain doll, just standing there silently while looking at everything indifferently. But you know that he cares about you, and no one can ever bring you as much of a sense of security as he does.
I don’t know why, but when I write about this man’s various actions, my heart is always suffused with a deep sadness.
As he himself said, he is a man without a past and a future. His only connection with the world seems to be of little value. He doesn’t know where he came from or where he’s going, he only knows that he has one thing he must do in this world.
“Can you imagine? One day you suddenly wake up in a cave and look around without knowing anything, but you already have a responsibility that you must shoulder. You have no right to see the scenery along the way, and you can’t enjoy your friends and lovers. The moment you regain consciousness, all the beautiful things in your life have no meaning to you.”
Zhang Qiling is carrying his own destiny in silence. What saddens me the most is that he just carries it indifferently, as if it’s a trivial matter that’s taken for granted. If you ask him, he’ll only silently shake his head and say to you, “It’s fine.”
This is the man I wrote. He bears the most painful fate in the world, even a thousand times more painful than death. But he is neither angry nor sad, nor evasive or full of suffering. He’s right there, telling everyone he protects that it’s fine.
At the end of Volume 8 of “The Grave Robbers’ Chronicles”, I let him sleep again, and only after ten years will I have the chance to wake him up again.
This may not be a good ending for everyone, but for him, I really can’t think of a better one." (x)
