He grew up in such an environment, and no one would really care about him except his mother, and no one would really feel sorry for him.

He grew more and more reticent, more and more like a little beast - his whole body was wrapped in thorns, and his softest abdominal cavity was covered with thorns, even if they hurt him, he had no regrets.

That's all he can do.

His mother was weak and incompetent, and except for sitting by the window, and making amends for her father, who had not come to see her today, but who only cared about lingering at the end of the bed in the side room, she would only teach him some great truths that could not be used in this panfu, and hoped that he would grow into a majestic and elegant figure like his grandfather.

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