Hei Xiazi considered himself a lonely person. He had very few friends he could truly open up to. But he was a man of flesh and blood.
He was a mysterious man, with a past no one could uncover, a past that had once been a blank slate.
Hei Xiazi didn't think he was a good person. Of course, he didn't think that Jie Yuhua, who had become the head of the family at the age of eight, was any kind of saint either. Jie Yuhua: he had never met this person before, so why was he so curious about him?
Hei Xiazi was a wolf prowling through the dark of night. Wolves liked sheep, and blood...
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