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When she was ten years old, she stood coldly and arrogantly among girls of the same age, watching with cold eyes the beast and the beauty fighting in the iron cage. When she was twelve years old, a little girl covered in blood held a bright red dagger in her hand and stood alone in a river of blood strewn with corpses. Her eyes were red and she lost her mind. When she was fourteen, she pointed a pistol at the cold-blooded teacher who taught her personally, and pulled the trigger without any emotion. When she was sixteen years old, she had a lot of blood debt in her hands, and a frightening cold-blooded killer appeared on the wanted list. He was ruthless and ruthless. At twenty-one o'clock, she mysteriously traveled through time. At the age of twenty-two, the man she loved was leaving him. She sneered. She didn't agree that even God couldn't take away his life. ... Since he was a child, he was raised by a she-wolf in the deep forest. When he was fourteen years old, his biological father destroyed the little boy's remaining warmth. When he was seventeen, he pointed his sword at his mother, who was his biological father and looked more and more like his coquettish mother, smiling coquettishly and evilly without a trace of emotion. At the age of twenty, he was firmly in power, competing with his dearest brother for power and beauty. At the age of twenty-two, he got the beauty that his brother loved most, but when the time came, the beauty told him that she would not let him die.

Through the form of spiritual art melodrama, we interpret various relationships in our lives.

This is the author's first time writing a book. Please forgive me if the writing is not good.