Poverty is not wrong, but it is the root of many contradictions In this life of poverty, Maria's temper has become more and more grumpy. Her medication soared, and as soon as the effect passed, she would fall into depression or suddenness

Poverty is not wrong, but it is the source of many contradictions

In this life of poverty, Maria's temper became more and more grumpy.

Her medication soared, and as soon as the effect of the drug passed, she would fall into depression, or suddenly get angry and cry. And, every time she would condemn Blue.

"Why did you kill him!" You're the one who made me like this!" You say, why do you do that kind of thing! How could you kill him! I knew I shouldn't have given birth to you! ”

Blue did not refute it each time, silently bearing her mother's anger.

Once Sanshirokawa tried to persuade him, he would lead the spearhead to himself.

"Xiu Jun, then you go and make money." Aren't you trying to protect us mother and son? If you can't make money, go home and borrow money. If you can't borrow it, then steal, grab, and make money! ”

Whenever this happened, Mitsuyogawa would feel a heavy pressure, very similar to when his sister rebuked him.

The mood of adventure has already flown beyond the cloud of nine. And after the enthusiasm, he began to realize that Maria, the woman, and himself who helped her abandon the body and escape with her were very abnormal.

How did it come to this —

I am just an ordinary person born into an ordinary family. I just have the dream of being able to get ahead in the future. My idea is indeed a little simple, but...

But did I really do such a bad thing?

Can't I have dreams that I don't deserve? Shouldn't I have stayed in grade for a year to travel abroad? Is it my fault that I can't find a job? Can't I change jobs all the time? Is it so bad for me to go to dating sites to find someone to chat with in order to get rid of loneliness?

Isn't that right? I haven't done anything bad. There are more people in the world who are worse than me, and there must be guys who are more naïve and less innocent than me. The bad boys in junior high school certainly haven't grown into any serious people now. But why am I unlucky? How did my life become like this—

The only answer that appeared in his mind was "chance" or "fate", but he couldn't accept it.

He can't hold on any longer, so he might as well confess everything to the police and accept arrest...