Can't Be Killed

They once said that blood fell to the ground like a bright red flower blooming. My father said that he would not say hello to disaster, and when he came to visit with gifts, he would just barge in violently! I didn't know what this meant at the time, but my father told me that understanding or not understanding is meaningless in the face of disaster. As I stand here today, I firmly believe that what cannot defeat me will make me strong, and what cannot kill me will make me stronger. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.