(Cover art is not mine)

The blood of a twenty-year-old girl can allegedly be used to make vermicelli soup, claiming to prolong life and enhance masculine vitality. After my mother's death, my father brought me back to the old mansion. There lived my father's first wife and my half-sister, along with the factory where my father produces duck blood vermicelli soup. He owns the biggest duck blood factory in the area. However, my half-sister said that once I turn twenty, I would be made into human blood vermicelli soup, thereby contributing to our father's illustrious life. I refuse to be consumed, I am desperate to know why anyone would do such horrifying acts, so I chose to expose them, to give them a taste of their own medicine. Everyone loves duck blood vermicelli soup, but is it all really made from duck's blood?

The supporting girl was not very professional, but she was absolutely professional. The supporting girl might not be perfect, but she was definitely a hard worker. So, the hard-working girl, Rockefeller, was also trying to walk through the plot today, and she was wailing in her heart: The storm is crying. DON'T YOU CARE ME!!! Get together ahhhh!!! System Fang: Cold. GIF women are stupid, messing up relationships, and you're even worse, you've killed the male lead. Hehe Sparrow: Do you blame me?!!! It's all for him! This article is also called How to Preserve the Male Lead in the Hand of the Sick Girl. It's called Forget it if you can't keep it. It was called The Lost Will to Live. We are all dreamers. I am glad that you have read this in your leisure time. I hope you will forgive me for my inadequacies.] PS: Slow, or maybe not. I let the male lead hide in such a sensitive setting, and maybe I'm sick