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He was Lord Voldemort, and I was Lord Voldemort, the worst male protagonist. My ex-girlfriend thought I had no future and married someone else, and I lost my job and my house. I have been homeless for five years and am penniless. There is no one worse than me. House, car, woman, money... Everything is out of reach. The funny thing is that I am still a rich second generation. I'm sorry, I have embarrassed the rich second generation. Fortunately, I got lucky and met her... Everything was fine, just like the train in Snow Country, heading for spring...

At midnight, I dreamed of death Me: "Why am I dead?" "Why are you alive?" ... After waking up, I started thinking Why do people live? ... Maybe it's for money, maybe it's for status They probably all have their own purposes. ... But I am an exception. I don't care about money or status. I think, living is just for the sake of living itself.