The Feast of Death in Human Tragedy

I originally lived a peaceful life, but the gene of turmoil spread in Han Tianshuo's bone marrow. He thought that the outside world was vast, but he didn't know that every step he took was entangled with poison. There are no two choices in life. Only by taking a step-by-step journey can you smooth out the sharp edges. By the time we realize what we need, it's already too late. The vengeance continues and we are trapped inside, unable to escape. Human beings are essentially independent individuals, and what they cannot escape are, after all, inexplicable and untouchable emotions. I am a perceptual person, and my perceptual genes have made me involved in a modern revenge drama.