The Unlucky Son of Red Mansion

The power that moves people and the untiring desire that destroys people. It digs out bit by bit, seduces step by step, and describes stroke by stroke. All life is a blank slate. The author splashes ink freely. The picture scroll unfolds... The sunset, The setting sun stirs up evil thoughts. Snow falls under the eaves, Hidden like a prison in the world. Someone comes and breaks the silence of the long night. He was born with great evil, causing this worldly sea of ​​misery to stir up waves again.