"Sister, I'm so pitiful. I'm only 4 years old. I'm just squatting and playing outside... Hee hee... Daddy, shoot him." She grinned and looked at the man behind him.
"What's wrong with me? I'm just poor. Why didn't I go out for her and our family? Why don't you let me go? I want them to never get rid of me." He smiled strangely.
A dark time, some dark stories.
Some things are uglier than we can imagine, but some things are equally beautiful and fascinating.
A person who walks in darkness and daylight tries her best to witness all this.
Maybe this is the story of a foodie who becomes a stand-in for justice.
Let's have a love affair on the way.
First of all, there is a ghost. Secondly, there is a ghost but it is not scary. I can't write anything scary. Finally, my writing is not good. If you don't like it, don't criticize it. Just click × on it.
Intention: Justice will definitely come