Virtue, decorum, righteousness, faith, benevolence— which of these could he claim as his own?
Honestly, Liu Zheng felt he couldn't lay claim to any of them.
Decorum hardly needed mention, he was an orphan, savagely raised from a young age, and it was only thanks to the old dean and government welfare policies that he hadn't become a complete delinquent.
As for faith, although he couldn't be said to be a blatant liar, he did use his fair share of superficial talk with leaders and colleagues.
Virtue and benevolence were more out of the question; the security guards, the 11th-floor attendants, and the "Sunshine" pet store's human pets who had died by Liu Zheng's hand would not acknowledge these qualities in him.
Righteousness was the only one he could remotely relate to, seeing as he had just been about to betray the landlords who provided him with information when the diagnosis of his motor neuron disease interrupted him.
"Let's start with righteousness then."
