Seven years ago, someone told me that life is a gamble.
That year I believed in fate but did not accept it.
At that time, everything I saw was in two colors, either black or white.
I stupidly feel that loyalty is loyalty, loyalty is righteousness.
Seven years, during those seven years I returned to the Hall of the King of Hell and walked through six paths and reincarnations.
Seven years later, when I put on these clothes again, I suddenly realized that life is really a gamble.
But I don't believe in fate, I accept it.
I was destined to have few friends, and I was originally a ruthless person. However, my foolish loyalty was in vain, and I had no choice but to become a ungrateful person.
I understood two things after that day. One is that there is no right or wrong in the world.
Second, there is a wound that hurts to the bone, called justice.
"Hurt"