Zhou Zeshi picked me up and took me home, like raising a precious bird.
He put a gold chain on me and broke my wings with his own hands. During the day, I was a tyrant with uncertain weather, but at night, I turned into a trembling child curled up in my arms.
I thought this was all hell.
Until his grandfather smiled and handed over the truth: My parents died because of the knife he handed over.
I escaped, died and lived again. In the end he let go, but I still couldn't get out of the cage
Intent: Bloody, cruel writing