Lin Yuhao woke up from the dark night countless times. Everything seemed to be happening before her eyes again. Her mother died in her arms, her father was covered in blood, her brother was unrecognizable under the white cloth, the blurred black shadow, the devil's laughter... Hatred sprouted from her heart and grew crazily in countless sleepless nights. She never wavered in confusion, she was always awake, firm and terrifying.
Purpose: There are always things worth fighting for the dignity of life