These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

The younger brother escorted his older sister to the kitchen door.

He held the girl's hand and whispered, "Sister... you don't need to come looking for me secretly anymore. I'm going to Master Zhang's house in a few days. I know where your embroidery room is. I'll come find you and bring you some delicious food, okay?"

The girl nodded with red and swollen eyes and gently stroked his face.

"Hmm... Xiao Bao, you have to take good care of yourself. Your sister... only has you left."

The girl carefully left the kitchen and, in the alley, heard a man's voice coming from inside.

Irritable and manic.

"Don't try to act all tough with me! Let me tell you, you're a slut! You think you're so high and mighty? You slept with someone to get me back, so what?! You let them play with you, so what! You had a good time with several people, didn't you?! Stop talking nonsense. Tonight you're coming to the gambling den with me. Boss Qian said that as long as you stay there, I can gamble for as long as you stay. All the wins are mine, and the losses are negligible. Do you understand? You filthy bitch, don't fucking shut up!!"

Behind that wall, there was no woman's reply.

"……boom."

The girl pounded her fists against the wall, tears streaming down her face. Her fists were clenched tightly, but she knew... she couldn't get in, she couldn't go in, and she couldn't stop it all.

She was powerless to stop it.

Tears streamed down her face, but she could not leave any more traces. The arguments faded into the distance, while the wind and snow grew ever more intense.

Later, she learned that the silent woman who always endured everything had died that night.

Upon seeing her corpse, the man went up and kicked her, angrily shouting, "Useless thing! I was about to win money and you died?!"

She knew that this world had no compassion, and she also knew that people could not choose their own destiny.

I was like that, and so was my mother.

She worked hard in the embroidery room, hoping to save enough money. In any case, she thought she might be able to save enough to start a small business in the future, and perhaps fate would eventually be on her side.

But alas, it was like the wind and snow of that winter.

The boy who promised to bring her delicious food didn't make it through that winter.

He was already physically weak and contracted tuberculosis.

Master Zhang felt it was bad luck and wanted to return the money, but the man had gambled away all his money the night before.

Master Zhang then abandoned the boy in the dilapidated temple where beggars frequented.

He coughed up blood all night and wanted to leave the dilapidated temple, but collapsed in the wind and snow to see himself one last time.

No one even buried him.

The moment the girl actually saw his body, she found herself unable to cry.

They remained silent.

As cold and indifferent as the ice and snow of that time.

She spent all her savings to buy him a new set of clothes... the first truly new clothes he had ever worn since birth...

Wrapped his frail body, the girl's eyes held only tenderness.

"Xiao Bao... Sister... will never see you again."

She couldn't dig a larger grave, so she could only hastily bury him.

I bought peaches and osmanthus cake, his favorite food but which he only ate once or twice, and placed them in front of his grave.

She knew that even a lonely grave without a tombstone would be buried by heavy snow... she knew all of that.

But she couldn't cry. It was as if all the disappointment and despair couldn't make her suffer any more. This vast land couldn't even see a trace of color.

So that night, she walked alone in the wind and snow, holding a worn-out wood-chopping knife.

She remembered... the moonlight that night was especially cold, so cold it felt like it was going to seep into her bones.

But she also remembers how determined she was back then.

Unwavering determination, regardless of the consequences.

She walked into the dark alley, the one she always went to with trepidation, and kicked open the wooden door that she usually dared not open loudly.

The man was right there.

He was just eating a piece of bread there when he saw her, a girl carrying a broken wood-chopping knife in the wind and snow.

He paused for a moment, then realized what was happening.

He stood up and laughed heartily at the girl.

"Hahahaha... You've come to kill me? You're truly my good daughter, truly the bastard child born of that bitch... Perfect, you're here... I'll sell you off too! Damn it, no wonder I can never win money, it's all because of you jinxes dragging me down! Damn it! Damn it!"

The man walked over step by step, like a drunkard, seemingly ignoring her gaze and the wood-chopping knife in her hand.

In his mind, this girl, who was, after all, his daughter, wouldn't have such audacity... What woman would dare to lay a knife on her own father?

It's all bluffing; they're just offering themselves up!

He didn't even notice that the girl's hand holding the knife wasn't trembling at all, just like when she was embroidering.

So he lunged at me, baring his teeth and claws, and then...

"puff……"

A strange, unexpected sound appeared, and he felt a little pain, no... more than a little pain...

It hurts so much... My stomach hurts so much... The pain almost sobered the man up instantly.

He looked down in disbelief and saw the machete stuck in his stomach.

He saw the girl's hand, her unwavering hand, and he also saw her eyes.

What a look those eyes had, showing not a trace of guilt or hesitation even now.

She just stared at me with bloodshot eyes.

Her face was covered in bloodshot veins, as if filled with all her hatred, and her eyes held unfathomable darkness and despair.

"You...you actually dare to..."

The man wanted to say something.

But she pulled the knife out.

"Ah...!! It hurts! It hurts!! Someone help me... help me!"

The girl didn't give him a chance to speak further; she walked up to him.

"My mother died because of you."

"puff!"

She slashed the man's shoulder with her knife. He staggered to the ground, leaving bloodstains all over the snow. Ignoring his injury, he crawled deeper into the snow.

He shouted as he climbed.

"Help...! Help me!!"

But all that could be heard was the howling of the wind and snow, like the praise of a demon, like the cheers of a devil.

The girl was like the embodiment of a demon; her frail figure in the wind and snow exuded an aura of sorrow and despair.

Her hand fell again, this time striking the man's back.

"Xiaobao is dead too! Xiaobao is dead too!"

One cut after another, until the flesh was mangled and bloody, until the house was filled with blood, until the man could no longer utter a word, and had no breath left.

She stared at the man on the ground, standing there in the snow, stunned.

A long time passed.

A long time passed.

"clang."

The machete fell to the ground.

She tilted her head back, and snowflakes drifted into her eyes.

But she laughed.

"I have no home anymore."

Then, hot tears streamed down my face, one drop after another, falling onto the ground where snow and blood mingled, leaving behind holes that were as dark as an abyss, with no bottom in sight.

She looked up, and the more frantic her tears became, the more manic her laughter grew.

"Hahahaha... I have no home... I have no home! Hahahahaha..."

She turned around and walked out the door step by step, like a walking corpse.

Behind her was what seemed like a sea of ​​blood, and her body was stained with a lot of blood, but the girls didn't care.

She was just walking.

The wind grew stronger, and the heavy snow seemed poised to bury the entire world.

But she kept walking.

Her tears had dried, and she knew that there was no place in this world she could call home anymore.

Killing that man could only be described as a release, but how satisfying was it really? At this moment, she only felt darkness.

The darkness ahead, the darkness of this world, the darkness of everything.

Fate has never been fair, and she has never received hope, only despair... a despair that grows deeper and darker with each passing moment!

She left; she walked out of the city where she could not find refuge.

But where should she go? She didn't know.

She watched as the vast expanse of snow covered the mountaintops and the entire world, as if it were about to blanket everything.

The more ridiculous it was, the more one couldn't see a single ray of light in this vast expanse of white.

It's all darkness...

She fell into the darkness before dawn, and she seemed to see a boy walking shakily toward her.

On a snow-covered, white road, his thin figure left a long trail.

He seemed to be getting closer and closer, yet also drifting further and further away.