The corrupt pre-socialist ideas strangled "me" with both hands, my mother's creepy smile, and the teacher's fearless persecution extinguished "my" spark of life hope little by little. The appearance of the white moonlight boy gradually made "me" brighter, but the uninvited guest made "me" fall into the abyss of despair. The cells in my left arm were necrotic due to my mother's actions, and finally slowly fell, fell to the earth, and merged into one body. This chapter is written as a satire so there is no correct name for O. The language may be uncomfortable, so please avoid it if you have poor mental capacity. If you don't like it, don't complain.
Purpose: Everyone deserves to be loved