In a world of bloodshed and violence, my father, Lin Zheng, was my only faith. I took bullets for him, helped him seize power, and fought at his side through blood and fire. He said, “Weiwei, you’re Daddy’s whole life!” Then a fire took my mother and younger brother, and destroyed all the love he had for me. Convinced I was the one who caused it, he hated me to the bone. Wen Ya, whose face looked seventy percent like my mother’s, became the tenderest substitute in his heart, and the sharpest blade pointed at me.
