He was sold to a brothel when he was ten. He picked up a torch and burned his own face, damaging one eye in the process and leaving himself half-blind. During his ten years in the brothel, his voice, beautiful as heavenly music, kept him hidden from view and spared him the fate of entertaining guests.
But no matter how moving his singing was, nobody had ever seen the face behind it. They never even knew who the voice they heard truly belonged to.
Then, at the Red Pavilion's year-end banquet, the person he had found one winter's day and taken home to nurse through the cold season appeared before him again and said:
I can heal your face, and your eye, too.
Then you can sing openly before everyone.
Theme:
Great, great?(????)