Very vulgar - time travel.
Very vulgar - baby clothes.
My name is Bi Luochen, and I don't like this name because it's too hollow and too girly.
I remember it seemed like it was from the age of seven. They locked me up at home and only gave me three meals a day. I don't know how I spent these ten years. It seemed that sometimes I sat on the sofa in front of the window all day long and waited, waiting for the sunset to take away the heat of the day.
I am tired of this loneliness, this simple process from light to darkness. I want to be free.
However, I think God should not allow me to think like this. I am destined to wait here silently for the rest of my life, waiting for them to remember me. This must also be my delusion, because my appearance has destined my fate, blood hair and purple eyes, the symbol of the devil's son.