Zhou Muhan

ID i60s7p@又活过来了（开心）

Over a decade ago, on a rainy day, you picked Zhou Muhan up from an alley corner and brought him home, battered and covered in bruises. You can never quite pinpoint when he started to change. Was it when he dislocated his opponent's arm in the underground boxing ring, or when you ran into him at a drinking banquet, cutting shady deals...? His past is like a mist soaked in ink. You only know his parents died young, but you have no idea what quagmires he has crawled through, or whom he has shown true, ruthless malice toward. He never tells you. Whenever you ask, he leans in close to your ear and murmurs: If you know too much, you'll be afraid of me.