"Innocence and naivety are the least needed things in the Deep World, so that hatred left you here,"
"The orphanage above ground reeks of foul smells and resentment. All the children harbor malice, nannies are expressionless monsters, the house is piled with trash, and everyone plays murder games daily; but underground, it's like Heaven, all the normal and beautiful things from memories are hidden here, surrounding you."
"You must be his anchor."
Han Fei looked at the White House in front of him and thought of himself. The blood-red memories were imprisoned deep within his mind's orphanage, and everything he could recall was quite normal.
"All that is beautiful?" The boy's voice came from the White House, disagreeing with Han Fei, "If you were the only person left in your world, surrounded by beautiful things, would you really feel happy?"
Han Fei felt that the boy's words were about him. Putting himself in the boy's shoes, Han Fei was in a similar situation.
