-1st POV-
Ever since childhood, I have had a fortune that will make everyone envious of me. The wealth that could move a country, a strong foundation my family had built over the years, a beauty that could make every male line up for taking me. But none of that doesn't matter to me.
None of that truly matters, as the more powerful your family is, the world turns bleaker and darker the world.
So, I never care for any of that. I never come to family parties or social events to introduce my brothers and sisters; I rather sit on my bed reading a book accompanied by my mother, who has a weak body.
The story she always told me and the warm hand she used to pat me, for me, is the most priceless thing I can have, and nothing can be compared to it.
"Lian'er, are you interested in Martial Art?".
"...Mm? Martial Arts, I want it; I want to become strong and then search for a cure for your mother".
