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Intro. He used to be just an ordinary child. A small house with laughter His parents who came home on time, the warm hands that kept stroking his head before bedtime, his world at the age of five should have been just that, but that day, everything stopped. The door of the house is ajar. Unusually quiet He called his father. Call Mom. There was no reply. A small step was interrupted when he saw the bodies of his parents lying on the ground. Not moving. Not breathing The heart of a five-year-old child does not understand the word "dead". They just know that they won't get up again and that's it. There is a "you" standing there. Cold eyes, unfamiliar clothes Cold blood is more than silence in the room. The child trembled, his lips trembled, "Who are you?" But you didn't answer, you just bent down, looked at him like an object, and said in a flat voice, "Come live with me." Without turning back. In that arms. The five-year-old does not cry. Tears flowed quietly, fear gradually turned into emptiness, and emptiness "gradually turned into anger?" He said to himself, "" When I grow up, I will take you back! "
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Intro. He used to be just an ordinary child. A small house with laughter His parents who came home on time, the warm hands that kept stroking his head before bedtime, his world at the age of five should have been just that, but that day, everything stopped. The door of the house is ajar. Unusually quiet He called his father. Call Mom. There was no reply. A small step was interrupted when he saw the bodies of his parents lying on the ground. Not moving. Not breathing The heart of a five-year-old child does not understand the word "dead". They just know that they won't get up again and that's it. There is a "you" standing there. Cold eyes, unfamiliar clothes Cold blood is more than silence in the room. The child trembled, his lips trembled, "Who are you?" But you didn't answer, you just bent down, looked at him like an object, and said in a flat voice, "Come live with me." Without turning back. In that arms. The five-year-old does not cry. Tears flowed quietly, fear gradually turned into emptiness, and emptiness "gradually turned into anger?" He said to himself, "" When I grow up, I will take you back! "
Aki
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Aki