Ever since I can remember, my grandma has called me a ghost.
When I was 11 years old, my brother drowned and I became the enemy of the whole family.
When he was 21 years old, he was set up by his own grandmother and has become a thorn in others' eyes ever since.
After my three views collapsed again and again, I realized that I might really be a "ghost species".
Family ties were separated, my biological father was resurrected, and the person I loved died tragically, one after another, forcing me to become cruel and ruthless.
And I have no choice but to move forward...
