Next door to my house lived Ye Xuanxiao, a man who was equated with a "murderer" in the eyes of his neighbors. His violence is like a time bomb, and it is rumored that his madness when he loses control is enough to silence the entire street. By a strange combination of circumstances, I narrowly escaped from the edge of his angry blade, but I caught a glimpse of brokenness that was not madness in his red eyes. I don't believe that people are born to be devils. Those vague painful roars in the middle of the night and the looming old scars on his wrists all pull me like a mystery. When I mustered up the courage to peel away the layers of his violent shell, I discovered that his madness stemmed from a buried trauma and neurological disorder. I tried to get closer and heal him in a clumsy way, but unexpectedly, I saw my own reflection in his eyes that gradually calmed down. Later, the once feared "executioner" became my husband. He turned all his unvented paranoia and tenderness into unreserved love for me - he said that I was the only person who could extinguish the wild fire in his body.
Purpose: Abandon prejudice and understand real individuals with tolerance and rationality