The shadow of my childhood in an old country house, lack of love and low self-esteem are the shackles that I cannot escape in my life.
I was born in a village where sons are valued over daughters. I was severely beaten by my biological father when I was six years old. I have never called me daddy since then.
The birth of my younger brother took away all my preferences, and my grandfather passed away without any warmth in the world. I grew up alone in the cold eyes and humiliation;
No one taught me what it means to be loved, and no one protected me from being hurt. It only made me humble to the core, longing for a little false tenderness.
So, I fell into the heart-wrenching scam woven by the Werewolf Audio Room. The fifty-dollar sports car was all the courage I had to risk my life for love.
I traveled thousands of miles without telling my parents, I collapsed in a panic at the Spring Festival Transport Station, and I encountered terrifying dangers while hitchhiking late at night;
I spent all my parents' hard-earned money to support him who was idle, and I was frugal in exchange for being full of perfunctory things;
I had an unexpected pregnancy and had an abortion alone, suffering both physical and mental trauma. However, I caught him cheating on me and denied my existence.
My parents drove thousands of miles to persuade me to turn back, but I persisted. It wasn't until my love was exhausted and my body was covered with scars that I finally woke up.
This journey that started as a virtual journey is ultimately just a one-man show for me.
No one loves you as a child, love the wrong person as an adult, love you to the point of being humble, and you lose everything.
