Prosciut's mother was a famous beauty in Sicily.
It's a pity that such beauties come from slums. Beauty is the most unfortunate thing for poor women.
Fortunately, my mother met my father. Before Prosit was 10 years old, it was a perfect fairy tale.
In the town where Prosut lived, there was a woman called the Witch. She is young and beautiful, and lives in the quietest southeast corner of this neighborhood. The Prosit family's house is built near the witch's house.
Prosit would not have any interaction with the witch until his mother died in the fire.
He could still remember when he closed his eyes that his mother was in the raging fire, crying and telling him to run south non-stop to the witch's house.
In the early morning, the witch who was sitting quietly by the fire saw the dirty little boy frantically knocking on the window outside the house. She just raised her eyes slightly and took him into the house.
Then someone came over with a gun.
"This child has nothing to do with that family anymore. Please keep it for my sake..." She bent down to protect Prosit with a decent smile.
The men still didn't move.
"Is there anything else you don't understand? This child is already in my name."
The tone was almost threatening.
Several people hesitated for a while and finally left with guns in hand.
Prosut, a young man from a rich family, has lost everything and started a new life.
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Concept: The curse of immortality