My mother went to a temple to pray for a child. A holy man told her she would give birth to twins, one good and one evil, and that the more righteous one would be, the more wicked the other would become.
My mother didn’t believe him, but not long after she returned home, she found out she was pregnant with twins.
She went back to the temple to give thanks, but could never find it again.
After ten anxious months, she gave birth to Xia Rou and me.
I weighed eight jin and eight liang at birth, while Xia Rou weighed only three jin and eight liang.
Even as a newborn, I showed a fierce possessiveness. I drank all the breast milk, leaving Xia Rou with only formula.
I would bite my mother until she was covered in wounds. When she tried to feed me formula, I would rather cry from hunger for three days than take a single sip.
When I was seven months old and had four teeth, I bit off a piece of my mother’s flesh. After that, she locked me in the basement for eighteen years.
She only let me out when something happened at Xia Rou’s eighteenth birthday celebration. She cried and begged me to avenge her.
