It is said that forgetting is the most painful thing in the world, but what is more painful than forgetting is the constant memories. Looking at the present and recalling the past, everything can only be memorialized with tears. This feeling is really bad, but we have nowhere to escape. I have never been to that city or seen that house, but I feel that I will never be able to leave there in my life. I stand in the blazing sun and expose everything about me - beautiful or dirty. It is like a fate that cannot be escaped. I didn't want to know that secret, or even have proof that it ever existed. But she asked me to swear, she asked me to swear on my life that I would stay with her for the rest of my life, that damn, pitiful and hateful mad woman. She saved my body, but trapped my soul from then on. I am no longer the heartless, cold-blooded Lan Yao. I am Mo He, and suddenly, I am the clean Mo He with a new life. How ridiculous, she saved me, but also destroyed me. I don't know how long I can keep it. This secret has no value for me to keep. It is an edged knife and a loaded gun. I will die sooner or later...