[Cyborg
"I will go back in time to save you, and let's escape our fate together."
Everyone's life is an unfinished painting, and childhood is like a manuscript, already stained with ink that cannot be covered. This painting of mine started with every color that my father's palms touched on the skin - bruises, dark reds, and black bruises. They were my first paints.
I thought becoming a doctor would heal these wounds. But fate gave me another pen. The canvas has become my only outlet. Every stroke is like peeling off old wounds, and every touch of color is like unshed tears. My paintings became popular. And I was just saving myself.
The peak comes too quickly. Plagiarism accusations cast a shadow, mental illness diagnoses were made public, relationships with younger partners were misconstrued as "old cows eating young grass" scandals. Inferiority wrapped around my heart like a vine. I let go of my lover's hand, thinking it was protection.
Then, the night was torn apart by the dazzling headlights. The sound of metal hitting bone and flesh is crisper than my father's belt.
I once thought that if I couldn't paint, I would have nothing.
This article prohibits the officially-copied character Meng Nv. It's the author's fault and please do not increase the role.
Intention: strong
