Holding a Lamp in the Dark Night

I was the sword of righteousness. Ten years of undercover work, enduring humiliation and heavy burdens, just to one day be able to stand upright in the sun. Until the Master personally pierced the Evil Killing Sword Qi into my chest. "Lin Mo, you did a good job." He said, "But now, you deserve to die." I took an ancient bronze lamp of unknown origin and fell into the devil's path. The righteous way regards me as a traitor, and the evil way regards me as an alien. Everyone wants to kill me, everyone wants to take the lamp from my hand. But they don't know—— As long as the light is on, I will not die. As long as the lamp is there, I can swallow up all light and darkness. Later, I met a girl who had lost everything. She called me "Mo", told me the story of her father, and asked me carefully next to the lamp she lit with her own hands: "Is there anyone you want to meet?" I didn't answer. But at that moment, I suddenly wanted to live. Not for the righteous way, not for the evil way, not for that damn mission. Just for that light in her eyes.