He was a police officer in old Lin Du, working as a cook at an inn.
The boy hidden in the mist was always watching him from above.
He tried to pull the boy down.
And somehow... he really did pull him close.
He thought they would never be separated again, but he left the gravely wounded boy behind.
When they met again, the blind boy hurt him time and time again for someone else's sake.
"Do you hate me?" He was covered in wounds.
The boy rested his head on someone else's shoulder. "A dying man shouldn't talk."
