He has long forgotten the prosperity of the world.
The hustle and bustle of the world confused his eyes and easily confused his heart, making him mistakenly think that he could erase the past.
There was a brand in the corner of his eye. It was neither painful nor itchy, but it could easily pierce his heart and make him look directly at his bloody body.
It wasn't until she appeared that he was finally willing to slowly fill in the gaps in his memory.
Even if he knew, it would be a disaster.
Life is short, even if you are in hell, what's the point of having her by your side?