The little fat boy lay on the cold corpse and slowly closed his eyes.
Just get some more sleep and you'll be fine.
After an unknown amount of time, the little fat boy woke up again.
He had a splitting headache, his whole body was stiff, his eyes were swollen like walnuts, and his eyeballs felt like they were pierced by millions of needles.
With his eyes barely open, the little fat boy curled up on the emperor's body and kept crying.
He lied to me.
Once, twice, countless times.
I have said many times that I don't want to exchange one life for another.
He did it again, I hate him, I hate him.
Extremely strong resentment and unwillingness surged into his throat, causing him to retch continuously.
I can't cry anymore, it hurts everywhere.
If I gouge out my eyes, will I stop crying? It won't hurt, and I won't cry!
Waves of chills emanated from his bones, making him shiver like a sieve.
He groped around as if he were blind, and found a small piece of rolled-up paper in the emperor's hand.
"Forgive me..."
The fat baby who had deceived himself could no longer bear it and buried his face deeply in the crook of the emperor's neck, uttering extremely tragic howls.
Crying blood.
He was crying, crying that no one would love him like this again;
He hated this self-willed father.
What a sorrow it is, like a human being watching life slip away, like a wild beast with broken legs waiting to die.
The wailing made him unable to do anything.
But blood kept flowing out of his throat and his body was heaving as he vomited.
This is a pain that cannot be contained by willpower or external force.
"I hate you and I will never forgive you..."
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