Today is the three-year anniversary of Ruoyan's death, and today is also the fifth day since I received the notice of my father's death. The calls from my family urging me to return to China have filled up the entire communication record of my mobile phone. I think if it hadn't been for the huge funeral and the complicated and chaotic family civil war that hindered my aunt, maybe she would have gone to France to kidnap me back. I think at this moment, no one should find fate more ridiculous than me. The Chinese believe that the five elements are in harmony with each other, and my five elements were calculated based on my birth numerology. For the past five years, I have been wondering whether France was born in the year of wood. Ever since I arrived here, fate began to play an emotional joke on me, and suddenly I saw the true face of schizophrenia. And many years later, when I could finally look directly into his eyes, I didn't know whether to regret or be grateful that I didn't escape to be free when I was 22 years old, but obeyed the fate of this madman.