The night the tyrant spent the night, someone knocked on his door.
Under the moonlight, a child looked at him with wide eyes, and then handed him a letter.
The letter said that this was his son and asked him to take good care of him.
The tyrant sneered, it was a joke, he had not touched anyone in these years, how could he have an extra son for no reason.
But why do this child's eyes look so much like the same person?
The person who had been dead for many years, his enemy, Xie Rongxi.
Fictional short story
Copywriting 2025.12.15
Purpose: Build a better life