"... After my parents got addicted to gambling, they became increasingly irritable. If anything displeased them, they'd beat me to death. One time, they almost killed me ..."
"... After entering junior high, I learned to resist. It infuriated my dad. He took a knife to me, cutting a five or six-centimeter gash on my arm. My mom took me to the hospital, but since stitching it up would cost a lot, she cursed me out in front of the doctor and patients ..."
"... My classmates would show off their birthday gifts in class, but I never had a birthday celebration. When my birthday came around, I asked my mom if I could have a cake. She slapped me across the face and said I looked like a cake ..."
"..."
Zhou Yuan's tone was so calm it was almost indifferent, as if he were telling someone else's story. As he talked, the atmosphere in the room gradually became oppressive and gloomy.