"World, please tell me, tell me who is inside my body? I couldn't see anything, but I could vaguely feel that person smiling.”
"Where did Mommy and Daddy go? Where did Mom and Dad go?"
"Why am I different from others…"
His blood-red and ink-blue eyes looked at the sky-blue sky in despair. Tears fell endlessly, accompanied by sobs. He covered his wound, but his tears kept falling. He felt terrible. Everyone bullied him, and no one came to help him. Everyone looked at him with disdain and disgust, making his young heart unable to find any comfort.
No father, no mother, nothing but myself
Leaning against the wall that had been despised by others for a long time, he lowered his head and heard the sound of tears falling. He listened to the laughter of children playing together from the street, and the sound of sobbing became clearer and clearer. He looked up at the sky. It was originally a beautiful sky with white clouds, but in his eyes, the sky was bleak. The white clouds were stained with blood. The so-called beauty hid cruelty that could not be hidden.
After a long time, the sobbing became softer and softer. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of breathing.
It became heavy because it was smooth, and then the sobbing gradually disappeared without a trace.
He tried his best to restrain himself. His chest was stuffy. Everyone could kill him, and everyone could bully him.
He was passive.
After his mother's death, his face had long lost that innocent smile. He had lost it in a certain time that had passed. He had never seen his father, but he still clearly remembered the words that comforted him: " Xiao, don't be afraid. Mommy and Daddy just can't come back because of something." It was just a sentence, but it always made him feel hopeful. Just like what his mother said, his father couldn't come back temporarily because of something, but he would come back in the future.
He had always been weak, so weak that even the strong could not be bothered to look at him. In his memory, the person who bullied him the most was: Aisin Gioro Jing was a noble and a prince. Yet, he always said that he hated her and wished he could die. But every time, he would always be shrouded in a thick layer of fog, making him confused. Why?
He wasn't worth it. He was just confused, but he never asked him,""Why do you hate yourself?"
In this world, he had no place to stay. He was an exception! He was a bastard! He deserved to die! He often heard these words, which made him timid and annoying, but he was powerless to reply,"Get lost! You have no right to criticize me!" He just lowered his head and let them beat him up and scold him, pretending not to hear them. However, those words were so sharp that he bit his lip in pain.
One day, someone asked him," Why don't you resist? Fate is in your own hands, isn't it? Was he resisting by not going? Hmm?"
My fate is just like this. Even if others don't allow it, I won't yield!
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