Ling Ye sat on the roof holding her knees.
He remembered that his mother was raped to death in front of him, but there was nothing he could do.
I remember the cry and cry for help the night the family was exterminated.
Even if they treat him badly, they are still family members by blood.
He couldn't help but burst into tears.
For a moment, he thought that it would be great if he died too. He wouldn't have to bear so much hatred and pain, nor would he have to work so hard to pretend. He would still be a child.
The next moment, he wiped away his tears and clenched his hands into fists. He must avenge himself!