When I was ten years old, a fire destroyed my home and my mother. That day, all the flowers, plants and trees in Qingzhen withered instantly. There was no trace of my mother in the ruins. They said my mother was a monster, and they said I was a monster too. But I know I'm not a demon. How could there be a demon that looks so much like me? I have never died, and I don't know if my death is the same as that of human beings, where my heartbeat stops, but I know that at least my birth, old age, and illness are all those of a human being. I also know that I am not a human being, because I can listen to the sounds blown by the wind. I can hear things that are hundreds of miles away. When the wind is strong, sounds will float farther away.
After the fire, I was alone, walking around. Maybe, I am a demon without sadness, maybe, I am a person without happiness, maybe, I am just a non-human and non-monster with no mood.