For a five-year-old child, Yu Hui would rather lie in a false paradise than open his eyes to face the truth.
He wishes to return to the Bamboo River Society's pharmaceutical apartment, wishes that he was the one who's ill, wishes for his mother to come back.
"Go away, leave my home!"
Yu Hui's small hands waved in the air, but those bloody figures drew even closer.
"Run, Yu Hui, escape this city, don't become medicine for the adults, flee as far as possible!"
"I want to wait for Mom to come back!"
"She won't return. She treated you as a money-making commodity, selling your soul with her womb."
"You're lying to me, you bad kids, Mom is right, you're all bad kids, that's why you're punished."
"Actually, you know we aren't lying, and precisely because of this you're scared, you're breaking down, you're in pain! Yu Hui, leave, carry our memories together and escape this city!" The children's voices grew sharpened.
