Ever since I can remember, the inconsistent family rules and the dark and damp confinement room have been a constant throughout my youth. The man I called my grandfather, the old man of the Ji family, became the devil who controlled me for more than 20 years. Whenever I was locked in a red room and thought about the past, the suppressed pain and hatred in my heart would burst out crazily, and they became my lingering mantra and another delusion about life. Later, the demon died. I had suppressed the hatred for more than 20 years but had nowhere to vent it. So, in a dream that I had been waiting for for a long time, a second personality appeared in me, a personality that was unrestrained, free and easy. And the boy I rescued from the rain when I was young has become the god who saves me from the abyss every time. He even hesitated to suppress his emotions and forcefully erase the good memories. Come and dream with me.
