Cough... Cough cough...
The sweet smell of rust surged up from his throat. Xie Xu huddled on the cold haystack of the ruined temple. His thin clothes could not block the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month. He could feel the life force flowing away from the blood foam at the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs seemed to be cut repeatedly with blunt knives. The pain was so painful that he almost lost the strength to curl up.
"Why... Liu Ruyan..." He murmured angrily, and the face that always had a gentle smile flashed before his eyes. That was his childhood sweetheart, the only person with whom he could feel some "warmth" in this patriarchal family. However, this person exchanged his life-saving money for fake medicine, sold his chance to study to his younger brother Xie Ming, and finally joined forces with outsiders to frame him as a thief who stole family property, forcing him to be kicked out of the house by his father and live here.
