I am an illegitimate child born with a silver spoon in my mouth.
Dual identity, double personality.
Growing up in the Jiang family, where no one cares about my life but wants me to die early, everything about me has long been stripped of my humanity.
I'm not bloodthirsty or bloodthirsty, I just instinctively let myself breathe longer.
I hate the title of "bastard", but I am deeply greedy for the added value it brings.
I love the bizarre and bizarre drunken life and dreams of death, but at the extreme, I feel lifeless.
Just like the illusions that people who die often give themselves, every time this happens, the delusional thoughts that grow from the bones and blood will arouse me intolerable.
Desire, extravagant hope---love.
Maybe, only God loves me.
Sending sin away from me.