I was clothed in the aura of a goddess, but my hands were already dirty.

Fall,

Plunge with me into the dark;

Shout,

Witness the destruction of this world with me!

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3-year-old Jiang Li is a happy little princess.

At her birthday party, she wore a puffy princess dress with a small crown and blew the candles on the huge birthday cake.

Her father gave her a newborn white bunny.

"The princess should be deserved with a cute white rabbit." He said with a smile.

Her mother kissed her before she went to bed and told her a story about the king and queen who were happily together forever.

"Mom and Dad, are you the king and queen?"

"Yes," the mother scratched her nose, "and you are the happy little princess." ”

Jiang Li was amused and giggled.

However, all this beautiful thing was shattered on Jiang Li's fourth birthday.

Her father brought back a pregnant woman from outside.

The mother overturned the tall cake on the ground and was hysterical, but the father put his arm around another woman and looked at her indifferently, saying that she was not sensible. Jiang Li felt that she didn't know her biological father anymore.

She did not receive a gift from her father that day.

The mother drank lots and lots of wine and collapsed on the couch drunk.

The first time she saw her mother like this, she stepped forward at a loss, but was grabbed by her hair by her drunken mother and scolded her.

"Why are you a girl?" Mother asked over and over again.

"I have nothing left, nothing left......"

Jiang Li broke free of her mother's hand, ran to the closet and listened to her mother's whimpering and hid all night.

She didn't know what she was doing wrong.

Later, Jiang Li gradually understood that her father and mother were married by family, and her mother's down-and-out family completely relied on her father's family to maintain its operation. The mother was frail, and after giving birth to one of her children, she could not conceive a second child.

But the father wanted a male heir.

So, after my mother's family finally couldn't support the bankruptcy, my father couldn't help but go out and find another woman.

The woman soon lived in Jiang's house, dressed herself up every day, and showed off her power in front of her mother;

The mother was so angry that she got drunk at night and went to beat and scold her daughter.

"It's just a machine that gives birth to a child, and it takes itself seriously!"

"Men aren't good things!"

Jiang Li silently endured her mother's venting.

"Li'er, Li'er."

Mother often stroked Jiang Li's face between the two beatings and muttered: "Remember, if you see something you want in the future, you must use any means to firmly control it in the palm of your hand, so that it belongs to you completely." ”

She plucked a flower and crushed it in the palm of her hand, and the broken petals fell from her fingertips onto Jiang Li's face.

Then she whispered, "If it's not good, or if someone else is going to take it, you just destroy it and don't let anyone get it." Remembered. ”

Her mother never told her bedtime stories again.

Jiang Li's fifth birthday was celebrated by herself.

The mother was drunk and unconscious, and the rest of the family was busy around the young master who was just a few months old.

She sat at the dark staircase, looking at the laughter downstairs, and realized how superfluous she was.

That night, she took out the fairy tale books that her mother had read to her when she was a child, and tore them to shreds one by one.

She threw the crumbs into the fireplace that was still burning in the living room.

A little bit of fire jumped in her eyes, as if she had completed a devil's deal with her.

She will never believe in the ending of the fairy tale book again.

The younger brother Jiang Hang was born with a golden key, and he knew that he was the young master's life at a young age, and his temper was domineering and ruthless.

The father also said: "He is a younger brother, Jiang Li, you are an older sister, you should let him." ”

Jiang Li put up with him.

So he gradually occupied Jiang Li's dance room, piano room and bedroom.

Seeing that her pink room was full of boys' toys, Jiang Li pursed her lips and was silent.

Three-year-old Jiang Hang became more and more arrogant, and under the influence of his mother, he was loyal to snatching Jiang Li's things.

Jiang Li did not protest until the boy fell in love with her rabbit.

It was the only gift her father had given her since she was three years old.

Seeing that Jiang Li refused to give it, the boy cried and found his father, who said, "Isn't it just a rabbit?" Just give it to him, and I'll buy you another one another day. ”

Jiang Li smiled, and the seven-year-old looked at this home and felt that everything in front of her was so ridiculous.

She reached out and grabbed the rabbit that had been with her for many years, and with such a hard effort that she broke the rabbit's neck.

Jiang Hang looked at her in horror and even forgot to cry.

She threw the rabbit's corpse in front of Jiang Hang casually, and smiled indifferently: "The rabbit you want, give it to you." ”

"You ......," the father looked at her with stunned eyes.

Jiang Li didn't look at her father again, and turned to go upstairs.

She has no mother and no father.

Having lost her only rabbit, she has nothing left.

Since then, she has never let Jiang Hang snatch anything.

When Jiang Li was thirteen years old, her mother forced her father to jump off a cliff and die for her love.

The family was in a mess, and miscellaneous relatives jumped out to get a piece of the pie.

The old man Jiang, who had been in seclusion for a long time, once again sat in charge of the Jiang family group and named Jiang Li as the first heir, and this farce gradually came to an end.

Jiang Li watched everything coldly.

The death of her parents did not bring her the slightest emotional turmoil.

Her heart is like a rock.

Having power is different, the mother and daughter who were happy to bully her can now only live by looking at her.

She watched as they carefully curry favor with themselves, like two clowns jumping around.

This wagging tail and begging for mercy is really ugly.

She suddenly lost the spirit of revenge against them.

Life is so boring, only going to school can she find some fun.

At school, Jiang Li saw children who had no money but had parents who loved her and went crazy with jealousy.

What she doesn't have, how can others squander it so easily?

She unscrupulously destroys the happy families of each child and undermines their confidence;

Watching them cry in agony, she felt a thrill she had never felt before.

Let pain be the main theme of life!

You should be dragged into darkness by me, and stay with me in hell forever.

Jiang Li also saw children with broken families struggling on the edge of morality.

What's so hard about this multiple-choice question? Let her help.

Poor child, how weak is willpower;

With a single push, she can send one person after another into the abyss from which she will never recover.

Life is like a play, and she is the one who manipulates other people's lives.

Her prey can only dance passively with the tug of her fingers at her fingertips.

The surrounding classmates regard Jiang Li as a beautiful goddess;

She scoffed: naïve, ignorant.

She is an angel with broken wings, who has fallen from heaven;

Sitting on the throne of this hellish kingdom, she became the queen of demons.

Nothing could shake her any more easily.

Until she met "her".

On campus in the midsummer evening a year ago, she was in her third year of junior high school, and "she" was a freshman in high school.

"She" is tall and tall, wearing a white V-neck shirt, ripped jeans and pure white sneakers, standing at the water's edge with one hand in her pocket, looking natural and casual. As Jiang Li passed nearby, "she" raised her head as if she had a feeling, and her blue eyes stared at her deeply and vigilantly. At that moment, Jiang Li felt that her heartbeat had missed two beats.

She could tell at a glance that it was a lonely and proud soul: the sense of smell among her kind was always unusually sensitive.

She quickly found out about "her".

Buyin, an ordinary family, both parents died.

Jiang Li couldn't help but search for Buyin's deeds and explore her life, but the closer she got to her, the deeper she fell.

She saw "she" living among the stars and the moon, but her face was cold and disdainful that ordinary people could hardly find;

Seeing "her" for her classmates with a happy family, she secretly expressed her heartfelt envy and loneliness.

Sure enough, they are one kind of people.

The small flame in her heart gradually became a prairie fire, and Jiang Liduo wanted to walk up to "her" and say to her:

I'm your kind, and only I can understand you!

Looking at the radiant "her", Jiang Li felt humbled by her dirty hands for the first time.

However, in the middle of the night, my mother's words will always linger in my ears;

She watched in despair as Buyin grew closer to the other boys, drifting away from her own dark world.

She still rushed towards "her" without hesitation, wanting to drag "her" into the abyss where she was, and wanting "her" to be her companion.

Like a moth to a fire, she eventually played with fire and set herself on fire, and was burned by "her" light.

She watched in anguish as "she" became intimate with another girl;

The transgender love seemed to make a naked mockery of her.

Oh God, is this your punishment for what I have done?

In prison, Jiang Li looked back on the road she had traveled in her short sixteen years of life.

No, she never regretted it.

Going to hell was her choice, and she was prepared to bear the cost.

Hearing the news of the fall of the Jiang family, she looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing happier than anyone else.

Come on, this root of all evil that gave birth to me, come to hell and accompany me!!

Two lines of tears slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes.