Dependents

When he was born into the world, Jin Mingrui's blood vessels were engraved with the curse of "Guade Yin" - the sun was a torture tool and breathing was painful. He walked around the world with a skin that oozed blood, saw all the hypocritical smiles of mankind, and played the clown wearing a mask for too long. He once thought that struggle and change were just ridiculous dreams, until faith pierced the decayed body: She was the only true light in his barren universe. He had already burned away his identity, money, and all the chains in the world, but he had burned her figure into his bones. He licked the sweetness and chuckled: "My queen, feeds on despair." In the missing frame of the surveillance, the smile of the goth loli became clearer and clearer. The moment the ward restraint belt cut into the flesh, the red eyes of the cotton doll reflected the fresh teeth marks on his neck. He stood on the cliff of despair, but never let go of his faith at the last second. The moment the clock stopped, the cold mist steaming from the liquid nitrogen blood bank in the sky condensed into the hem of her skirt that tore apart reality. Finally, he spread his arms and fell into the Crimson Pact, drowning out the screams of human terror. "The meaning of life..." He stared into her bloody eyes and whispered, "It is the monument of faith that flashes in his mind when he is about to die." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.