Lin Suqing felt completely drained of strength, thankfully supported by a chair. He sifted through memories, connected the dots, sorted through the clutter, and dismissed various notions...
He leaned his head back, resting his neck on the chair, feeling utterly exhausted in body and spirit. All the things he had long sought, guessed, waited, and yearned for had finally converged, clogging his mind to the point of paralysis.
All of it congested inside his head, his heart; his chest felt oppressively tight, his head ached, his forehead heavy, as if a worm in the back of his skull writhed in relentless, gnawing pain...
Regarding his own identity and origin, he once thought he was merely a source of amusement sought out by the second prince in times of boredom. He resented the second prince for using him as a pawn, and reluctantly accepted the value of his own existence.
