I have been busy for two years to fill in the hole, and now I finally have time to fill in the hole that I have left for too long, so please believe that I am not a person who abandons the hole, I am a person who starts and ends in doing things, and I hope everyone will like my story. Even though I haven't written much in the past two years, I am thinking about how to write this story more flesh and blood every day. Feel free to read it, my goal is to finish it this year.
"" Is pronounced in the fourth tone of "yi", which means "separation". This is because the story came up first, and then the word "" came into being, and then the name came into being. It was originally called "", but later it was renamed "hun".
——I walked alone to the desert outside the palace and looked up at the endless empty night sky. The world is so big, but has there ever been such an inch of land that was my home, and has there ever been one or two relatives waiting at home for me. Everything here is so familiar, yet so strange. I walked out of the prison with blood and debt on my back, but the world outside the prison was still a network so huge that I could not see the walls. Even if my hands were covered with blood, it was still not enough. Martha also wanted to make me more ruthless and vicious. Dance halls, execution grounds, and arenas all made me shuttle through them. However, I never resented it. I still kept an indifferent heart and looked at this deformed world with cold eyes. Why are the plants and trees here so kind, but why, my mind only retains the memory after Martha found me. I was not born a dancer, a charmer, or a killer, but those weird scene props, those skillful dance moves, and those fantasy-like hidden weapons, I didn't learn any of these from Martha. The only thing she taught me was the faith and will to duel with death. As for me, is all this really just instinct? The blank space in my mind has made it impossible for me to ignore it any longer. Who can tell me who I was before?