"So here's the question, who exactly am I?"
Black Cocoon tilted its head, and the restraint belt, following its thoughts, carelessly wrote words on the canvas:
He lowered his eyes.
As his thoughts progressed, messy scribbles continued to appear on the blank board, like a distracted student doodling absentmindedly on a desk.
The restraint belt held the brush.
The words kept multiplying on the canvas, finally piling up in chaos.
"Honestly..."
"I'm almost forgetting who I am..."
"Who am I really."
"My name is Ji Minghuan."
"I'm not a primary school student, I never went to school. I like reading. I have very few friends. I don't have any family, not a single one. They abandoned me to protect my brother."
"The kids in the orphanage disliked me at first, they all called me a bookworm, they threw library books at me."
"I've always wanted a family."
