Threads of the Past

Lin Yansheng has been able to see emotions since birth. Fear is black, greed is gold, and arrogance is a glaring vermilion red. At the age of twelve, the grief of the entire village overwhelmed his mind. He lay in the woodshed for three days, and when he woke, he had even forgotten who he was. After that, he learned to lock his mind away. He wouldn't look, listen, or touch. That is, until the trial in the Western Valley's Record of Heart-Searching. At the end of the mist, he found a corpse wearing the same academy uniform as him, with the same face as his and a broken sword engraved with his name plunged into its chest. The corpse spoke. “I've been waiting for you for three thousand years.” And at that very moment, a heartbeat identical to his own sounded from within the corpse's chest.