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Lin Yan was born with the ability to see emotions. Fear is black, greed is golden, and pride is dazzling cinnabar. When he was twelve years old, he was overwhelmed by the grief of the whole village. He lay in the woodshed for three days and when he woke up, he forgot who he was. Since then, he has learned to lock his mind away. Don't look, don't listen, don't touch. Until the trial of Xigu Wenxinlu, he found a corpse at the end of the fog - wearing the same hospital uniform as him, with the same face as him, and a broken sword with his name engraved on the chest. The corpse spoke. "I've been waiting for you for three thousand years." At this moment, the same heartbeat as his was coming from the corpse's chest.