I, Du Xing, have never been a good person. I will not cry for touching movies, donate money to impoverished mountainous areas, or help a lost little girl find her mother. I will drive my opponent to the edge for a business deal, destroy a store for something I don't like, and will be sincerely happy about the death of an old man I hate. In short, as a successful person, I helped the old man cross the road because I saw a reporter. The purpose of donating money to the disaster area is to increase the visibility of the company. Sponsoring a company that is on the verge of bankruptcy must have the intention to annex it. I like to see people despair, see people sad, and see people crying and their faces turned pale. I stand on the top of the high building, looking down at all living beings. This is my lifelong pursuit. Even if there are people above me, I only see what is under my feet, and then I trample them under my feet. I love myself the most, but hate people like me the most. However, I fell into his hands, the one who wouldn't even give me more love, the one who I had to constantly remind him that we were lovers, the one who was gentle to everyone but violent to me. Even though I said this, I still selfishly feel that the person he loves most must be me, just like the person I love most is him.
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