C20

I sat on the floor and looked at the room full of people and felt life was so ironic.

So what if I am poor and rich, poor and lowly like me, unable to bear it no longer until I die, rich and noble like Old Man Xiao, being kneaded by the fate of others, in the end still dying, or being angered to death by my own son and woman, isn't that funny? Ridiculous.

My mouth was full of the taste of blood