When I was 7 years old, my family... Died one after another.
At that time, I looked at the whip marks on my body and thought: Maybe this is not a bad thing.
For them, who prefer boys over girls, it might be better to leave me.
It was also that year that my eyes began to see "things" and communicate with them. Is this compensation given to me by God?
By my side, I have always been accompanied by what my classmates call "killing everyone who comes close to her" and living expenses funded by a stranger.
What is family affection? I never knew.
Until that day, I came to that world...
Well, the article won't be very sad. If you want to read that kind of text, look at the cross in the upper right corner of the page. Phew, press it hard!
PS: I am a newbie, please forgive me for any mistakes (bow)!
Well, we haven't seen each other for four years. Let's get a feel for it first. It will be updated in three weeks at the latest, I hope someone will still be willing to read it by then.
(But didn't I originally update three chapters? Why is there only one chapter left?)
Ah... Finally...💦💦