In the center of a vast arena. . .
A young boy of about six years old stood with a look of utter despair etched on his face.
His long white hair fell around his shoulders, and his once bright blue eyes had dimmed with the harshness of his reality. Clad in a white robe-like attire, he trembled with fear, his hands shaking and his legs quivering like it could barely carry the heaviness of his heart.
"I don't want to do this..."
His whisper was blocked out by the sound of thousands of people cheering at the top of their voice.
Beside him stood a woman, dressed in a white qipao adorned with dragon patterns in blue thread. Despite her maternal appearance, there was a sternness to her demeanor that hinted at discipline.
She, too, had white hair and blue eyes. . .
