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When he was born, the delivery room was quiet for three minutes. No one knows what happened in those three minutes. His mother knew, but she bled to death. The Sealers knew, but they were waiting for the syllables to mature in his throat. The Successionists knew, but they wanted him to pronounce the sealed name. The Silent Faction knows, but they don't make decisions for anyone, they just wait for him to speak. He was called "Yan Que" for twenty-five years. Later I learned that the name his mother gave him before she died was "Yan Xinyu" - Yan Xinyu added a sound, the last syllable that Yan Zu swallowed back. That was the half cry that was taken away by the dumb bell on the day he was born. Imprisoned deep in the bell tower for seventeen years. Twenty-five years later, he gave his last blessing to a stranger. The witch marks faded away and he saw his own shadow. Shadow's mouth opened and closed, saying the name he had not heard for twenty-five years. He decided to go get it back. From the mute bell in Mingsha City. From mother's belongings. From the last syllable of the inmate. From my sister's throat that had not spoken in twenty-five years. From everyone in the wasteland who dared not speak. He wanted to catch those words that were swallowed back one by one. Then speak out.

What Lu Siheng fears most in his life is not the intrigues in the shopping mall or the infighting within his family, but the sudden discovery one day-- He has long been in love with Shen Wei. The girl he used as a substitute, the wife he personally sent to prison, the woman who said "I've been waiting for you for six years" on a rainy night. He looked for her for two years, waited for her for three years, and regretted it for five years. But she said, "It's too late." He finally understood that once missed, some people are lost forever. He promised her another life, but she didn't want it.