The Most Unbearable Thing Is That the World Can't Keep It, the Beautiful Face Is Like the Flower in the Mirror and the Tree

The first time I saw him was when he was abandoned by my cowardly and incompetent father. He fled, and my mother and I were forgotten in the battle. I painted the red red indifferently, listening to the frightened shouts and the sound of soldiers clashing outside the tent, and blood splattered on the tent. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.