I'm a born bad guy.
When I was twelve years old, I put fatal sleeping pills in my stepfather's wine. When I was fifteen years old, I drove a car and killed a rich second-generation man who wanted to marry my mother.
In the end, they were dragged together by my mother and buried in the fire.
She said that I ruined her happy life.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day I gave my stepfather sleeping pills.
This time, I chose to throw away the sleeping pills in my hand.
I want to see if she will be satisfied if I no longer interfere in her life?
