He lamented, "I only have one face."

"I have a bad temper. I'm sick and I want to kill people."

“All the beauty in the world has nothing to do with me.”

"That doctor wanted to touch my sister's hand. I was so angry. I thought of hundreds of ways he could die."

Yan Yuan started to cry while laughing, and her long, light eyelashes were like dead leaves.

"What normal person has murder on their mind?"

Countless mixed drugs were forced down his throat. He spat them out, but they were then strangled and fed back in.

He was tortured into a mental illness by the drugs.

It is said that medicine can save lives, so how come his medicine is the medium that drags him into hell?

Yan Yu'an is the least visible child in the family. He becomes a pawn for distant relatives to seize inheritance rights.

They kidnapped him, they tortured him, drove him crazy, and trained him into a useless person who only knew how to kill.

Yan Yu'an couldn't count how many sins he had committed. He could only be thankful that the people he killed were not good people.

They are either corrupt officials or high-ranking officials who have violated discipline.

They deserved their fate.

But he still felt that his hands were so dirty, and they were covered in blood almost every day.

No one knows the fear and despair in his heart, no one knows how painful and panicked he is when a life ends in his hands.

He killed people numbly every day, and gradually, those people became as worthless as chickens, ducks, fish and meat in his eyes.

He even felt a sense of fun and pleasure.

His nerves were completely broken down under the control of drugs.

His illness was so serious that there was no cure and no one could heal him.

He is not worthy of such a good sister.