Light does not necessarily represent hope, darkness is just the prelude before dawn. Even if it is called the son of darkness by the world, so what? If powerlessness is sin, then does strength mean justice? From that day on, I could not accept this hypocritical life in my heart. Dislocated time, tampered memories, a life like a domestic animal, the truth has always been longing for oneself! Right! It's not me who's wrong, it's the world!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
