During that time, Lu Wang began to gradually forget the past. His memory was like a piece of colored pencils, disappearing one by one, leaving only a blank piece of paper. He seemed to feel that he had become a docile monster. He pulled out his fangs and put on shackles. At two o'clock in the morning on countless occasions, he opened his eyes and was torn by the darkness. He sat in front of the dilapidated door and waited for the sun to rise and set until the boy appeared.
Purpose: Facing the truth, I hope everyone will have the courage to speak out.