The day I was born was the anniversary of my parents' death.
Some people say that I am unlucky, and I think they are right.
Sliding out of the warm uterus, my body was covered in mucus mixed with blood. In my memory, that moment seems like yesterday.
The long sword as black as iron slashed from the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, blood spurted out from his heart like a water column, and the strong and powerful body instantly turned into a dark red and decayed corpse. Red stained the earth, and layers of blood mist filled the air, spreading the bright red color to the sky. The sky and the earth were filled with fiery red, my father's blood.
My father was killed by a sword through his heart.
Yaoxue, this is my father's name. The people of Tianyu all know that Yao is the national surname of the Japanese people, and his father was the last king of the Japanese people before their decline.
The Japanese symbolize the sun. On the day his father died, the earth cracked and the sky was as gray as death.
Zitong, this is my mother's name. I know many mothers in the world are women, but my mother is a man. People told me that he has a gentle character and peerless appearance. Even in Meizu, which is rich in beauties, he can be regarded as the best among the best. He was once the most beloved concubine of the King of the Night Clan, but he died in love as the lover of the King of the Japanese Clan.
According to rumors, the Night King's escaped concubine Zi Tong died in childbirth.
People say that my birth took away the lives of my parents.
Therefore, I am ominous.
I think they are right
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A short story about body abuse, please read with caution if you don't like it.
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