He has no name since he can remember, Chen Mo is just a nickname
He didn't know where to go, so he became a jailer by chance
A thief said to him that people should always pay something for what they insist on.
A scholar said to him that faith is powerful enough to shake mountains.
A girl said to him, we always have to be impulsive for ourselves
He was like a blank piece of paper, slowly being filled with thick ink and color. During those years as a jailer, he was gradually endowed with human emotions and truly existed as a person of flesh and blood...
Intention: There is no absolute between good and evil