The year I was born seemed to be a disaster for Michael and Metanzo.
Shang Dafeng once thought about writing a personal biography for me, but unfortunately Metanzo firmly rejected it on the grounds that he did not want his daughter to grow up and no one would dare to marry her because of this biography.
Many years later, when I think of his words, I will always yell "Bullshit", but my nose is so sore for some reason.
This is something to talk about later.
The old woman Gabriel was the first person in my memory besides Michael and Metanzo. She said: "Oh, he is indeed the child of the Archangel and the Angel of Fire. He was born with golden wings. He must be envious of others."
I thought this was a compliment, so I stretched out my hand and said coquettishly to her: "Auntie, give me a hug..."
The old woman turned around within 3.7 Seconds. From then on, when I saw women older than me, I only dared to call her sister.
My name is Sinkilm, and the last letter is silent, just M, the abbreviation of Metanzo.
Raphael was the second outsider I met.
"Haha, why did you two have a little blonde girl with red hair?" He smiled softly, "But she is very beautiful. She is simply... A replica of Lucifer."
Then Michael poured the coffee out of the cup smoothly, while Metanzo raised the empty cup and pretended to drink it down.
So I thought, Raphael must not be a good person.
This is the clearest memory I have of heaven.