His name is the sea, the firmament, the sea of the sea.

About the past, he doesn't remember and doesn't want to remember. Because everything in the past was too dark.

Somehow, he would have a pair of fox ears and a long tail.

The people around him laughed at him, thinking that he was a freak and a demon, and he couldn't argue.

What impressed him the most was the light. She was like an angel pulling him out of the quagmire of spit on everyone.

She was so beautiful that he would never forget. He couldn't remember what she looked like. Later, she disappeared as if she had evaporated from the world.

I remember that afternoon, when the group of children barricaded him in a corner and threatened to cut off his tail.

He curled up in the corner in fear, not daring to look up, his cheeks covered with tears and sweat.

The child at the head took out a dagger and made a cut on his cheekbone.

Tears and blood dripped down his sobs, and the laughter and chatter of the children drowned out his sobs, and they looked at him with contempt.

Just as the children held him down and tried to bruise him, a particularly clear voice rang out.

"What are you doing?" It was a very nice female voice.

He barely raised his head, trying to see her, but a pair of feet stepped on his head, and his ears hurt.

He heard the children threatening her, beating her, laughing at her, mocking her.

An unbearable voice reached his ears, and he knew that he could not do anything.

"I advise you not to meddle! Little girl! ”

"Are you in the same league as this little bastard?"

"Oh! Hit her! She belongs to the murderer, your ancestors were murderers, and you are murderers. Hit her! ”

He barely stood up, his face dusty, and the wound on his cheekbone was still bleeding.

He looked at her who had knocked the children down and was fascinated.

She walked over, wiped the sweat from her cuffs, and handed him a handkerchief.

"Wipe it, your cheeks hurt!" Her gentle voice reached his ears.

He didn't speak, took the handkerchief, and looked at her face.

"Hurry up! I beat those people up, and no one will dare to bully you again! She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said.

"Thank you." He lowered his head, his ears drooping, "Don't you think I'm a monster?" ”

"I don't think it's cute that you have fluffy ears!" She stood on tiptoe and rubbed his head.

He still looked at her and didn't speak, he thought she was extraordinarily beautiful, like an angel.

"Well, my sister is sick, I'm going back to take care of her, see you next time! If anyone bullies me again, just let me know! She grinned, and she was incomparably more beautiful.

He looked at her back as she left, and he couldn't help but have a strange feeling in his heart.

When she comes home (which is the turning point of the story), she is greeted by countless garbage, countless rotten eggs. She's used to it.

Walking in the door, her second sister stood in the hallway and hid her face and cried, with anger in her crying eyes.

She didn't understand why this was happening. She walked into the entrance and shouted, "Sister, I'm back!" ”

No one answered, and when she reached the bedroom, she stood still, and collapsed to the ground at once, shaking her head, choked and unable to speak.

In the room, there was a hanged corpse, and that corpse was none other than her sister.

She was frightened and fainted. Woke up with no memory of anything.

Her second sister sighed, maybe this is a good thing. Her fate can start anew, and she can start her revenge plan to kill all the people who killed her father and her eldest sister.

She was sent to the door of the family by her second sister, and she started her life again, starting to live with that arrogant genius.

And he, Canghai, never saw her again.

He was still waiting for her, waiting for her to come to him again, waiting for her smile, her figure.