Absolute Strategy

On a snowy morning, he walked into the gate of the Bai family holding his mother's ashes. Looking at the tall courtyard gate, the pale walls, and the cold-eyed men and women at the main table In addition to disgust, there is boundless hatred and fear in my heart They are intertwined Melt into the darkness in his pupils Stories about fathers and sons, brothers, and passers-by... Newbie practicing, please calmly give me advice,,