The suppressed panting sounds coming from the half-concealed door drove the apprentice's nails deep into his palms, blood slowly seeping out through the split wounds.
The pitch-black door crack seemed to hold everything he loathed so intensely!
He clearly hated it all, wanted to rush in regardless and plant his fists hard onto that fat face, but cowardly, he only dared to vent all his hatred here, in his heart.
Sometimes he didn't understand what was wrong with the world, why it seemed like all the misfortunes would befall him!
His parents had already divorced, that man he once saw as a goal and model in life, had left with a woman seven or eight years his junior from Golden Port City.
He was awarded to his mother because he wasn't yet of age, and his father had expressly indicated no desire to be his guardian.
After briefly consulting with a lawyer, he lived with his mother.
