Later, I was diagnosed with mental illness.

　　Due to the hereditary mental illness in my family, I was not sentenced but sent to a mental hospital.

　　I stayed in the mental hospital for a long time.

　　I admit that my memory after the car accident was confused, but my memories before the car accident were clear.

　　I remember, it was not me who caused my wife's death...

　　but my mom said it was me...

　　It couldn't be me! It's not me!"

　　The doctor held me and said, "Give him an injection." I often have jumbled memories, clearly remembering so many images, but now doubting which ones are true and which ones are false.

　　My mother said that I almost blinded her.

　　She said that everything about Mu Yin is my imagination.

　　Every day, I repeatedly recall the details, drawing on walls and paper, trying to find out the truth of my memories, but the doctor shook his head.

　　Perhaps I am truly sick.

　　I slowly accept the reality.

　　I quietly accept the treatment, living like a walking corpse.

　　A few years later, my mother brought Mu Yin to see me.

　　Mu Yin, who had grown up, was very beautiful, with long wavy hair like a waterfall, delicate features, and an attractive figure.

　　She smiled at me and said, "Dad." I felt guilty and said, "Mu Yin, I'm sorry." I placed the blame on her for things that were not her fault.

　　Mu Yin remained silent for a moment, then asked the person to leave and spoke to me alone.

　　She gently said, "I forgive you, Dad." I smiled.

　　The two of us talked about some distant memories, creating a warm atmosphere.

　　The more I listened, the more I believed that my memories were correct.

　　I couldn't help but ask, "Mu Yin, did you really push other children? Did you really throw a kitchen knife at them?" She raised her eyebrows in surprise, remained silent for a while, covered her mouth and giggled, then leaned closer to me and whispered, "Dad, everything you said to the police about me was true." I widened my eyes suddenly.

　　"You're wondering why I am telling you the truth," she smiled playfully, "It's because you made me clean a dead body, change its clothes every day.

　　I resisted, and you beat me and locked me in a small room.

　　I had injuries and begged for mercy, but you turned a blind eye and a deaf ear.

　　It lasted for five whole days, Dad.

　　Do you know how I survived those five days? I will never forget it in my life.

　　But in the end, you fell into my hands, Dad.

　　I will take back the pain you gave me, bit by bit." I grabbed her, my face distorted, "What about your mother? You killed her, didn't you?" There was a rare hint of sadness on her face.

　　This naturally wicked person actually showed a sorrowful expression.

　　She didn't answer me, stood up and left.

　　I wanted to rush after her, but she skillfully avoided me and walked out of the room.

　　I trembled all over, screaming her name in madness, and doctors and nurses rushed in to stop me.

　　I immediately calmed down, raised my hand to show that I was normal, and wanted to see my mother.

　　After a while, my mother walked into the room.

　　I questioned her, "Your eyes were poked by Mu Yin, right?" My mother paused, remained silent for a moment, and nodded, "Yes." I couldn't believe it, "You lied to me? Do you know that because of your words all these years, I thought my entire memory was wrong! I almost became a lunatic!" My mother looked at me sadly, "In that situation, you were already a murderer.

　　I had to throw all the blame on you in order to completely clear Mu Yin's reputation and prove that you were mentally ill." I was stunned.

　　My mother continued, "Your father is not mentally ill either.

　　You Mu family members are born beautiful, with extreme personalities, extremely selfish, but there is one good thing about you - you are especially loyal." My father is not mentally ill?

　　I remember my mother telling me that my father, enraged by betrayal, committed a violent act and was later diagnosed as a mentally ill person and imprisoned.

　　Just like me.

　　"Your father was really good to me.

　　Without him around, naturally I had to protect the family for him.

　　After he committed murder, in order to avoid the death penalty, I spent all of our family's resources to make him appear mentally ill and save his life.

　　He is about to be released from the hospital." My mother said calmly, "Fortunately, I successfully made it seem like he was mentally ill back then, allowing me to also successfully make you appear to have inherited mental illness, even though you actually developed it midway.

　　In a couple of years, I will also work towards releasing you from the hospital, and from then on, our family will reunite and start a new life in a place where nobody knows us..." I quietly listened to her, and it took a while before I asked, "I have one question." She replied, "Go ahead." My voice was dry, "What exactly caused the car accident for Zhao Ying?" Her calm expression cracked, she lowered her head, then raised it again with red eyes, "Is it important?" I gritted my teeth, "It's very important." She took a breath and said with teary eyes, "Muchen knew that you planned to have another child and run away from home, so you and Zhao Ying chased after her.

　　Zhao Ying ran a red light and was hit by a car.

　　That's the truth." I trembled all over, my teeth grinding loudly, "Muchen...she killed Zhao Ying!" My mother shook her head, "It was just an accident.

　　You can't blame all the guilt on Muchen." I shouted, "You're still defending her! Muchen...is simply inherently evil!" "Just like you," my mother's eyes turned pitch black, "When you were young, you were just like her - extremely selfish, cruel, and aggressive.

　　How many people did you bully? Don't you remember? The Mu family members are all similar.

　　Muchen is your own kind.

　　If she is evil, so are you.

　　After you're released from the hospital, let's all get along well as a family." My mother calmly said the words that made me collapse, then slowly got up and left.

　　Watching her walk away, my expression gradually turned cold.

　　Muchen, wait for me.