Gao Ming closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower, the water mist making the mirror hazy and gradually obscuring his view of his own body, as his flesh seemed to melt into the mist.
The hot water washed over his skin, comfortable yet tinged with a bit of pain; he carefully felt all this and emptied his mind.
"Three punishments meet the blade of Goat, no children destined by the Four Pillars' note. The ways of the world are all preordained, in calculations, not a speck is man's to claim."
When will no longer suppressed instinct, Gao Ming faintly heard a voice, not emerging in his mind, but etched in his flesh and echoing in his blood.
"Gao Ming, the name we gave you holds a special meaning... Your dad and mom passed away early, and once grandma is gone, you'll be left on your own, you need to take good care of yourself, you must take good care of yourself."
