Rebirth: I Am a Bad Young Master in a Cottage

A loud shout broke the tranquility of the evening. "Trash! Get out of this house! I'll pretend I never gave birth to you!" The middle-aged man's face, flushed with rage, became the only clear sight in the young man's eyes. All around, the heads of neighbors poked out like silent silhouettes, shaking at the edge of the field of vision. The autumn wind passed by, picking up a few dead leaves, and the young man's thin clothes were blown close to his body. He has no expression on his face...