After I escaped, the poor little boy I raised became a crazy emperor.
He caught me back and locked me in a golden cage. He hated me to the core and hugged me tightly every night, trembling: "Sister, your life is mine."
I smiled without saying a word and silently took out the silver needle.
——After all, my ultimate mission is to cure this little kid who went crazy because of me.
Later, when the rebels besieged the city, he opened the cage door covered in blood and begged me to escape.
But I locked the cage with my backhand and lit the beacon fire.
"Thank you," I wiped away the blood on his face:
"It will take me the rest of my life to cure your disease."
"It will take us the rest of our lives to heal this country."
