I was an orphan who was abandoned by my parents next to the trash can since I was a child. The one who picked me up and gave me a second life was my godmother, a beautiful European woman.

I don't know her name, I don't know where she came from, she seems to have no past, no future, and has been wandering alone in the world. My godmother and I rarely spoke, and only when I was teaching me witchcraft would her lake-green eyes stare at me, very seriously, like I was the only one in her world. I was fascinated by this feeling, and I began to fall madly in love with witchcraft, just to make her lake-green eyes look at me again, and look at me more.

The first time I went to school, I hated this place. The teachers, the classmates, and the complicated interpersonal interactions all suffocated me. I still like to be in my own dimly lit home, practicing witchcraft every day, quietly waiting for my godmother to come home and have the only conversation of the day.

"Godmother, you're back!"

"Well, what did you learn today? What don't you understand? ”

"I don't understand ......"

"Good night, godmother, you go to bed early, too!"

"Hmm!"

Conversations like this happen every day, and I've always thought that there's nothing wrong with life going on like this. It's a pity that even if I maintain such a life, it can only be my own delusion.

The last time I saw my godmother was one night, and I waited for her to come home. My godmother has to go out every day, and I don't know what I'm busy with. I looked at my watch, and I came back a little late today.

The sound of the door lock locking.

"Godmother, you're back!"

No one answered me, and what I saw was my godmother's figure lying on the ground covered in blood. 0.2 seconds later, I rushed to my godmother's side, "Godmother, what's wrong!" Medicine, where to be, witchcraft, what witchcraft can help people heal! ”

A blood-red hand grabbed my wrist, "It's useless, revenge must be avenged, I should also go." The third drawer inside the wardrobe! Remember, the third! Then the hand slowly let go of me, and it hung limply on the ground.

It was the first time I knew that human tears can be so uncontrollable, and that grief can come so suddenly and intensely.

The third drawer of the wardrobe, I turned over. A bank card with the password for my birthday, which is the day my godmother picked me up. A notebook of experiences, which looks very old, is written in the handwriting of the godmother. And, of course, a letter.

"Xiao Ke:

By the time you read this letter, I'm sure I'm gone. When I was young, I turned my back on my family for a man, but unfortunately, what awaited me was the use of that man. My family has suffered a great loss because of this, and I am a sinner in my family. I escaped, to China, where my family's power could not be extended, and I didn't want to accept my family's punishment, at least, until I killed the man with my own hands. I knew what the man was approaching me, I knew he was going to come to China, and I was always looking for him. It was an accident to pick you up, and when I saw you in the snow, I inexplicably had a good impression and had the urge to take you home. Since I thought so, I did it, and I didn't need any special reason. I have lived for too many years, serving my Lord, and I have been able to live a long life and have an unchanging appearance, but I have lived too long and my heart is tired. It's okay to just leave, and die at his hands. Oh, women are so stupid, remember, always, always, stay away from men. Kari has money, enough for you to live for a long time, and the notes are my research experience, I believe it will help you. That's it, I'm tired too.

Love Your Godmother: Elsa Knott Ollivander"

My godmother is gone, leaving me with only the name "Li Ke" and witchcraft. I went on with my old life every day, still waiting for my godmother to come home in the evening, and when the time came, I would say, "Godmother, you're back!" "It's just that no one will answer me anymore.

It would be nice if I had been like this all the time, no one would notice me, and it would not be a blessing to live in my own world. It's just fate that made me meet this different girl - Li Jiajia. I wasn't the first and only person in my life to call a friend. If I had known such a result, and I had chosen again, would I have let a woman appear in my life? I asked myself again and again, but I couldn't get an answer.

I've always hated school, but I've always stayed here, maybe because my godmother sent me there when I first came to school, and I guess she wanted me to stay here. On the first day of high school, Li Jiajia noticed me and offered to sit at the same table with me, and kept pestering and talking, even if I never replied to her, she could talk to herself happily for a long time.

Such a warm girl, any dark creature, will want to get closer, either destroy her or possess her. I don't know when I started talking to me, but I would reply from time to time when she spoke to me. By the time I found out, it was too late and I couldn't go back. The scariest thing is that I like this kind of life and don't want to go back to my own cold and dark world. After my godmother's death, the only light in my life was gone, and I curled up alone in a dark world to heal, despair has become a habit, and loneliness has become the norm. Suddenly, a ray of sunlight shone into my cold world, except for the glare at first, all that remained was warmth. I greedily want to grasp this warmth that I sent to the door, and if I do, I will never let go.

However, she is always so dazzling, surrounded by a lot of people. Everyone likes a girl like her, but luckily, most of the time, she stays with me, and she always has a way, a smile, to dispel the anger that is constantly growing in my heart. I admit that I am by no means a good person, and I have experimented with the lives of many innocent people in order to practice my witchcraft, and I have never felt that there is anything wrong with such myself.

It's just that, in front of her, I'm always used to putting away my minions, and I'm afraid that I'll hurt her. From time to time, the churning desire for exclusivity in my heart came out to show off her might, and I was jealous of the classmates who could also get her smile, the teachers who dared to smile at her, and even more jealous of her family who had been with her for so many years. I knew that one day, I would hurt her, hurt myself, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon.