When he was eighteen years old, Xiao Yao witnessed with his own eyes a group of people rushing into his home and killing his mother, then his brother, and even his younger sister.
He fought hard and finally made his way out and escaped, but in the end he couldn't help but come back to see his relatives for the last time.
His mother's gentle face retained the last ferocious expression, her eyes filled with resentment and hatred. What was she hating? Was she hating that he had escaped? Was she hating that he had not been able to save her?
His brother's limbs were broken and he died in an incredible twisted posture.
His sister was immersed in the water tank upside down, her face pale.
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