The Grandmaster had never been to Beijing.
Indeed, for most citizens, there are many channels and ways to know this place, even if they've never been here, they can still dream of the environment here.
But, it is impossible to dream of this orange cat.
The details of this cat are so distinct and clear; it's the one I held back then.
It's the palace cat, and also the anchor of this memory of mine.
Through it, Li Zhiyuan can be certain, this is not the Grandmaster's dream; it should be his own dream.
Holding the cat, Li Zhiyuan led Alii down the steps.
The young man has had an extraordinary memory since childhood, although he cannot compare to some of the genius classmates he's seen who have photographic memories, he can remember with a few more glances.
Furthermore, he once sat here for many days.
The damages on the steps, the gaps between the tiles below, he had seen it all before.
