"When I was young, my family was impoverished. We stayed in a slum. There was a trash dump outside our house. We couldn't open the window at all, or else the odor would enter our house. The smell was simply unbearable. As a result, for many years, I always felt that the smell was still on me." The Astral Phantom was still looking out of the window as she spoke tirelessly.
"Many years later, I still had an obsession with cleanliness. Perhaps it was because of the trauma left behind at that time. There was once when I took a coarse grain biscuit and asked my mom, 'Will there ever be a time I'll be full after eating this?' I remember very clearly that tears streamed out of her eyes and dripped onto my face. It was very hot and moist. At that time, I asked my mother curiously why she was crying, but she only shook her head and refused to say anything."
