The rain falling from the sky became strands of dangling thread, catching living people by the neck and hanging them in midair.
One by one, the ears of straw pierced through living flesh, allowing them to savor inhuman agony before death. When people were no longer people...
That face, twisted and crazed, finally revealed a satisfied smile upon seeing its masterpiece.
"My name is Gu Qingyun. I had always believed I was perfectly normal, but no one had ever understood me.
I was born into a very poor family. My father was disabled, my mother ran a street stall, and we were so poor that we could only afford one meal a day.
Yet that miserable family gave birth to three older brothers and two younger sisters for me.
As a result, even that one daily meal had to be divided among the six of us siblings, leaving barely any food for each person.
When I was young, I would always squat at the mouth of the alley outside my home, watching other children occasionally stroll past while holding snacks, pondering a question:
What exactly was wrong with my family?
Later, my family's circumstances suddenly improved. Only, I never saw my mother again.
My father lay paralyzed in that cramped, dilapidated room of barely a dozen square meters, while my eldest brother led the rest of us siblings in carrying on.
He always told us to spend sparingly and save wherever possible, that every penny had to be put to good use, because it was the money that had bought our mother's life.
I did not understand back then, but I gradually realized that I seemed to have found the answer to that question.
Because ever since that night, when Mother was crushed beneath a truck on her way home