My mother is the most misogynistic woman in the world.
She packaged me as a perfect man and raised me, relying on me to count money until I was weak.
But I stood on the rooftop wearing a wig and a dress in front of everyone, showing off the scars on my abdomen.
"Mom, is the money I got from my womb easy to spend?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
