It was snowing heavily in the middle of winter on the day I dressed up as the abandoned son of the Minister of Public Affairs.
The slaves took away my charcoal-fired cotton-padded clothes and forced me to collect firewood barefoot.
Ten years later, when I control the lifeblood of the black market and bury my enemies alive.
That abandoned daughter of the Su family who was pretending to be crazy and acting stupid suddenly grabbed my hand:
"If you kill him, you will be like them."
Later, on the night when I massacred the Shangshu Mansion, she stood in front of the mountain of corpses holding a lantern.
>The firelight reflected the hem of her blood-stained skirt: "Now, can you go home with me?"
