The fruit of sin planted when one is young and ignorant will eventually grow into a dense tree of resentment.
Su Liangmu, the nightmare that filled his life and couldn't escape, brought him not only physical humiliation and pain, but also psychological fear, making him like a drowning person, losing the ability to resist little by little.
Every punch was still fresh in his memory, and every insult was like a black tide that flooded him.
He would wake up every night and dream of Su Liangmu's sneering profile, so ruthless and cruel. He would dream of being pushed down the stairs by him and dream of him cutting his unhealed wounds.
Sometimes what time cannot heal is not only the wounds, but also the memories about them. Even if they heal, they will leave deep marks and give us more torture and memories that are more painful than the wounds.