“Father, my teacher said everyone’s name has its own unique explanation. So, why am I called Ji Liang?”
Amidst a stretch of cloud and mist, a man whose face could not be seen rested his palm gently atop the child’s head.
“Liang means kindness.”
“I hope that in the future, my son can be a kind person, kind to himself, and kind to others.”
The young child nodded, seemingly understanding yet still a bit confused.
“Oh…”
Suddenly, the surrounding scenery receded at high speed, and masses of pitch-black, heavy dark clouds descended.
As if harboring ten thousand bolts of thunder, the oppression was so great it made one unable to breathe.
Ji Liang…
My good child…
Ji Liang…
Ah, Ji Liang…
Why?!
Why did you harm me?!
I curse you!!!
I curse you to die a horrible death!!!!!
“Liang means kindness.”
“I hope that in the future, my son can be a kind person, kind to himself, and kind to others.”
But what if fate played a joke on me?