On the Edge of Pure

The dormitory was deathly silent. The tightly shut windows trembled in the cold wind. Outside, mottled walls stood against each other, a dilapidated air conditioner unit still dripping water on the withered old treetops, where a bird's nest hung precariously.,Most people have received advice from friends and family or strong instructions from their superiors: they must participate in the public test of Pure Land.,The wealthy in the manor, the children in the orphanage.。