When the Body Becomes a Ruin

When I got the confirmed case, the sky fell and my body turned into a pile of ruins. He is a scumbag. He has ruined everything for me and made me unworthy of standing with him. When even the spare tire was unwilling to get close to me, I decided to be a sober sinker. Why can you walk away after you made a mistake? I am not willing to accept it. You must spend your life to compensate me! An actuary calculating the probability of survival on the ruins, and a "rebel" fighting back to regain control in a cage How to break the triple shackles of material, physical and mental, and how to make a big gamble using yourself as the only bargaining chip? I'm betting my life on you, you have to put yourself on the table, you have no choice.