The Return of the Go

That same year, at the end of the year, one night, I vaguely remember being hit once. In a daze, someone injected my arm with something. Soon after, my breathing became extremely difficult, and eventually I was thrown into a dumpster.,Perhaps it was fate that spared me. Perhaps the King of Hell knew I wasn't at peace and didn't take my soul.,In the end, their parents compromised, demanding that he become the white family's son-in-law.。