In my memory, the Shao family in the capital city was like a huge castle with its gaping maw, filled with gloom and terror.
The young boy lay raggedly on the snow, his blood blooming like flowers on the glistening white ground, particularly glaring. His bruised body had long since exhausted its last bit of strength.
He raised his head in despair, looking at the castle that resembled a royal palace, but it seemed as if he saw a terrifying monster.
"Hahaha, he's a jinx, a scourge! Hehe, he killed his whole family, is he some kind of beast? Only a beast would kill its own parents and other relatives, hehe..."
"Hehe, he still has a steamed bun in his hand. Did he snatch it from my dog's mouth? Give it back!"
The children, dressed in expensive clothes, pounded the red-hot iron against him. The scalding heat felt like lava searing his skin. He grimaced in pain, and the dirty steamed bun he had been carefully protecting rolled to the children's feet.
He watched helplessly as the children maliciously picked up their hair and made faces at him.
Evil thoughts grew wildly in his heart like weeds, and his innocent eyes radiated a beastly ruthlessness and sinister intent, yet he managed to suppress this hatred deep within his heart.
Yes, he was a stinking rat in the gutter, destined to never be able to hold his head up high.
He was the one who caused his family to perish in the fire. They were right; he was a jinx, a scourge.
But so what?
He was born with a kind heart, and even when he was suppressed to the point of despair, he still endured the pain in his heart and chose to digest it himself.
But even kindness has its limits. When the long-term burden became unbearable and completely broke down his defenses, all that remained for him was loneliness, hatred, and despair.
And, that omnipresent forbearance and hatred.
He was insecure and cowardly, yet he stubbornly suppressed the raging anger within him.
At five years old, an age full of hope and vitality, he was already as gloomy as a jackal that could run away at any moment, ready to bite a person's neck with just a slight opening of its bloody jaws.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he was utterly exhausted, but for the first time, a glimmer of hope appeared in his sinister eyes.
He saw his beloved parents waving to him warmly amidst the swirling snowflakes.
"Honey, what are you doing standing here? Hurry up and go home."
"My child, you're freezing! Quickly, find somewhere to shelter from the cold..."
The sight of his parents' kind faces in the snowflakes made him feel as if he had returned to the past. His tender face was filled with uncontrollable emotions, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Mom and Dad, I miss you. Please take me with you."
He is the last person in this world who should have been left behind.
His hands are stained with blood, how can he still be worthy of staying in this beautiful world?
But why was fate so cruel, leaving him all alone in this world?
He really does seem to want to die anytime, anywhere.
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