An older woman fell from the attic and died. There were no signs of an accident. Was it really an accident? The woman in this "accident" was my aunt. My relatives changed my life. As the secrets left by my dead relatives were solved one by one in adversity, the beautiful and unscrupulous youth that buried my aunt's only laughter, love, pain, and hatred, all the hidden scars were reopened. The long-dusted memories all tell the story of this past, which will represent the past, present and future.