This is a fight for control.
"Wolves cannot be raised well enough, Xiaoyu."
"It will break free of its restraints when you are not prepared, bite your throat, knock you to the ground, and devour your flesh and blood."
"Give up, child, put away your naive illusions, pick up the wooden warehouse in your hands, and leave no chance for them to challenge you."
Father said seriously.
I turned away and ignored him.
No, Father, I won't give them a chance to jump on me and eat me.
Nothing I do is what you call "naive fantasy."
"I'll prove it to you!"
The path I chose was the opposite of my father's, but I never regretted it.
Never.
Warning! !
It's in the first person, the text is very novice, please forgive me! I tried to make the storyline as vivid as possible to cover up the shortcomings in writing. (Although I feel like I can't hide it...)
Then I wanted to write a short story for fun. Without an outline, I would probably write a short story. Well... It's a type I haven't tried before!
Intention: Be brave enough to be yourself