Those Years When I Was a Carrier

We carry gifts but also curses Talent is genuine, and the price is clearly marked... I am the observer Lin Chen. I can temporarily store the curses of others, but at the cost of being gradually forgotten by the world. I walked on the edge of the crowd, searching for these "living tragedies", trying to piece together the answer to the cruel fate before the memory faded. Until we touch the ultimate truth: someone must become the container of all pain, exchanging eternal loneliness for the dawn of the world. This time, we're fighting to the death! No heroine