Before meeting his master, Li Xiaowei's memory was full of cold, hunger, and misery.
He did not know why they were living like this, nor why his father had abandoned him and his mother.
As far as he knew, he had never seen his father. He had always been raised by his mother alone. In his initial memory, his mother was a beautiful and gentle woman. Li Xiaowei thought that all the beautiful words describing women in this world belonged to her.
But as time went by, he watched his mother wither bit by bit under the ravages of time and life.
The once beautiful and gentle woman lost her beauty and dignity in this cruel life; she had to work everyday to feed her child and herself.
