Reorganizing the Future

My name is Lin Xu, the forest in Shuangmu Forest, the rising sun in the east. Since the world has been plunged into endless strife, too many people have longed for the light of peace, including my parents. I think that's probably the case, although I've never seen them. I was raised by my grandma, but she was beaten to death when I was twelve years old. That's right, he didn't die of old age or illness, but he was beaten to death. Just because grandma was in a hurry to go home on a rainy day, she knocked a bottle of wine out of the man's hand and was beaten to death. This kind of thing seems to happen very commonly, and the people around are not even interested in turning their heads to watch, let alone helping. I "indifferently" took my grandma's body back and buried it. The flame of revenge rose in my heart, and there seemed to be ten thousand ways to kill that guy in my mind. I will choose the most tortured method to kill him, even if it means sacrificing my life for it. Anyway, without my grandma in my life, my life has become meaningless. A letter suddenly showed up at my house. It didn't come from the mailbox. In fact, in this era, there is no such ancient thing as a mailbox. I don't know how it appeared. It appeared so suddenly in my home at that time. After reading the letter, I decided to put a little more emphasis on my life for the time being.