When he was seven years old, a clean child put his hand into the mud and gave him a small piece of pastry.
That was the only light he had ever seen in his life.
When we reunited at the age of sixteen, he was the secret guard and he was the master.
He stayed behind him for three whole years.
He didn't know until the day he died——
He gave his life in exchange for his living.
But what he doesn't know is:
There was a murder case twenty years ago.
There are corpses buried in the old house ten years ago.
And the person who killed him was waiting for him to come to his door step by step.
Intention: Salvation does not lie in washing away the filth, but in having someone see it. Remember, it is heavier than being alive.