"Chaohua, you have to live. Only by living can you make the people you hate unhappy. Living is also the only way you can get revenge on them." "Living is a punishment for them, so how can it not be a punishment for me?" With the sound of peace in the world, the emperor succeeded to the throne, and the withered bones buried under the throne shed tears late at night. Redemption and bondage were intertwined, and love and hate were unclear. "I'm not Chaohua." "You are Chaohua." "Chaohua has been dead a long time ago." "He will not die." "Who are you?" "I am..."