"We've never had any contact before, why are you helping me?" "The one I want to help is not you. In my childhood, I secretly obtained a journal from Great Ancestor. The Great Ancestor described in the journal was completely different from the one we knew. That little girl named He Simu was proud and spoiled. Her mother said red suited her best. So she made over a dozen red curved-front dresses. Even though she couldn't see the color, she insisted she liked it. The journal was thick, detailing many everyday moments: friends, family, lovers. Until one page read, "Father deceased, (I've) returned to the Spirit World." Then it was blank. I always thought Great Ancestor was strange, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was odd about her. After reading the journal, I suddenly realized that time had stopped for her. It was frozen three hundred years ago, at the moment her father died. Yet she still wore her favorite clothes, fulfilling the things her parents and elders had taught and hoped she would do. She felt a vague sense of alienation, anger, and helplessness towards this world that was unfolding. Just like that journal with an abrupt end. Once the last two lines were written, she no longer needed to be understood. She only needed to be feared. She left all the people precious to her in the sealed past within that journal."
