"Click"

I don't know where I heard the sound of chains struggling.

It was a dark and terrifying place, where a white-haired woman was imprisoned with chains on both hands and feet.

Underneath her was Chaos Sewage.

And I don't know where the cold wind is blowing.

The woman, whose clothes were wet with sewage, was blown by the wind and couldn't help but shiver.

It's cold, it's really cold, it's black, it's really dark, it hurts, it's so painful to have your hands imprisoned in chains, I'm afraid, this place is really scary.

When will she be able to leave here, from this place where there will never be a day.

"Woods, come over for dinner"

Hearing that simple voice, the other side raised his head sharply and subconsciously wanted to walk over.

But he didn't walk long before he was pulled back by the chain, and he fell to the ground at once.

"Okay, Dad, can you feed me?"

The little gardener obediently ran to the factory director with his mouth wide open, waiting to be fed.

The factory director touched the little gardener dotingly: "Okay, dad feed you open your mouth." ”

On the other hand, looking at this scene in front of me, how dazzling, how enviable, how longing...

I don't know when even she was about to forget how long she had been imprisoned in this body.

All she could see every day was that the owner who imprisoned her body was living happily with her father.

But why are the two of them obviously the same person, why are they so poorly treated?

Why is she imprisoned here?

And the gardener is free to live?

The most she hears people say every day is that God treats everyone fairly.

But where is the fairness of what happened to her?

She won't be free!

Every day can only be imprisoned in this place where there is no day!

But others can live freely in this world!

She can't cry! Because as long as you cry, it is a sign of cowardice.

She wanted to cry! I want to cry about why the world is so unfair to her?

But the tears have been cried out!

How will the world react?

It's not the same yet.

How envious she was.

How envious that other children can be coquettish in the arms of their parents, and they can cry in the arms of their parents, crying about their grievances.

But she has a father, but she can't hug him, can't throw herself into her father's arms and be coquettish.

She was always greeted only by heavy chains, filthy sewage on the ground, and the place where she could not see her fingers.

But why let her see it?

Let her see the outside world, let her see the outside world through the eyes of the gardener.

"Father... Father... Father, I want you to feed me! But why should I stay in this place? I also want to have family affection like other children, or just for a second. ”

The empty space echoed the girl's cry of pain, roar, despair, and heartbreak.

But who can hear? Who could understand how she felt?

Other children have parents who don't cherish them and quarrel with their parents all day long.

And she has a father, but she can't even quarrel with his father.

Or rather... Even that father didn't belong to her.

From beginning to end, she had nothing, no warmth, no affection, no friends, no light, no freedom, not a single important thing.

Some... It's just this endless darkness.