I am an ordinary and poor boy who grew up in a small town. My father does not like me and my mother does not love me. I live a stubborn and savage life like a grass growing in the cracks of the rocks on the cliff.
My freshman year had just started, and I was getting off the train with my luggage. Suddenly, a group of men in black surrounded me and said, "Young Master's ten-year period has come, and I'm waiting for you to come home!"
Wow!
For a moment, I attracted the attention of all the passers-by at the train station. I enjoyed everyone's envious gazes and thought about how I could not hide my identity so accidentally after hiding it for so long. I waved my hand irritably and said, "Keep a low profile."
Then he arrogantly got into my luxury car.
Of course, most of the above are just my imagination.
In fact, I am just a little country dog from a ravine.
Thousands of people find it hard to be realistic...
I am a local dog, so I have a first-person perspective on Dog/Blood/Wife-Chasing Crematorium, an ancient novel.
Purpose: Put an end to trafficking and never forgive
