His Poison Is in the Palm of His Hand

Eight years later, the girl whom I once hated so much has become slim and graceful! Bullying her, teasing her, making her bleed, making her cry, this was his pleasure... Little did he know that he had gradually become accustomed to the day when the girl battled wits and courage with him, until he picked up a knife and forced her to... On the day when the girl left, the boy returned to the way he was after his mother passed away. Every day is endless darkness. Close yourself in the room and isolate yourself from everything. There is no sunlight, only rancid smell, no perception, only heartache, without her... Only gradually chaotic nerves... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.