His father died violently, the beads disappeared, the evidence was burned, and his identity was stripped away.
I wanted to rely on my eyes to eat, but I relied on a bead to see the world clearly.
Beads can reflect the truth, but they can also take me "back" to the night when my father had an accident.
This time, what I want to see clearly is not just the authenticity of cultural relics,
Rather, those faces that use human life as a bargaining chip.
