"If possible, I also want to have a brilliant life."
In fact, I was almost able to have it, but I felt that I didn't deserve it.
Song Ren kissed every scar on my body, stroked my weird white hair, and told me in a warm voice - you should be like a bird, flying to the distant mountains.
I drew a fluttering butterfly on the white paper, but shook my head.
Beautiful things are often broken and short-lived.
So, I drew shackles on it with my own hands.
Song Ren, I can't fly to the distant mountains. My life is destined to be like this, dark and without the light of day.
In the past, I always wanted to know why, why a beer bottle held by a man would fall on a woman's head, why the natural appearance would be labeled as weird, why I would always be covered in scars even though I was just attending school, why warm love would be punished by God with illness, while evil people with moral turpitude live freely and freely.
No one told me the answer.
God is mean and wants to end me to avoid questioning.
From then on, I no longer knew why, let alone what I was.
Purpose: Evil nature and social prejudice
