That year, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, I found you beneath a tree.
Because my family had just been wiped out, I took you in to use as a punching bag.
The clear, innocent look in your little eyes gradually turned to pure malice. You should have grown up lively and cheerful, but instead you became mature and solemn.
You were always defying me, so in a fit of rage I locked you in a dark room and starved you for seven days and nights.
When I opened the door again, you were nothing but skin and bones.
I watched coldly as you crawled out, then tossed you into a snake pit when you passed out, looking on with a mocking smile as you struggled inside.
Years later, you had grown into a young man.
You could no longer endure my endless torment. One day, in the snake pit, you actually managed to escape.
And you threw me in there instead...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
