When Mo Xuan was seven years old, he rescued a child who was covered with injuries in Yaolu.
A bowl of soup and a piece of snack, the child will remember them all his life.
Fifteen years later, the Mohist family was wiped out.
The child carried him out from the pool of blood and became his secret guard.
He said: My name is Yan Che. You took it.
He said: You talk less, but what you say is clean.
He kills for him, he bandages him.
He pushed him away, he got him back.
He blocked the knife for him, and he gave his life to get him back.
One life for another.
The life he lost wasn't just his own.
Intention: The price of redemption is not death, but living