The copy was written on July 1, 2021 and has been screenshotted
My name is Kentaro Iruma. I am thirty-five years old and a freelancer. I don't have any outstanding characteristics. If I have to say, I am 'unlucky'. How unlucky am I? Last month, my only best friend was murdered in the street; last month, my ex-boyfriend, who always advocated platonic love, threw himself into the arms of a wealthy lady without hesitation and started living a life of entertainment and entertainment every night; the police just called to inform me that my only biological brother had entered the police station. I refused bail for this scumbag who sold his own son. Bah - scumbags deserve to be imprisoned for the rest of their lives!
Now I am standing at the door of my house, leaving only the residue and residual fire on the ground, God damn it! Home is gone!
I am Kentaro Iruma, and just now I had absolutely nothing. The most annoying thing is that a man came out from under the fire and said he was my destined partner! ! ! ! ! ! !
Damn it! ! ! !
Intention: People can't always be at the bottom, just strive upward.
