Lu Ming gripped the bronze pendant hanging around his neck so tightly that his fingernails pierced his flesh, and blood continuously seeped out.
This pendant, cast in bronze and no larger than a fava bean, had been sent back from afar by Lu Ming's father through a trusted messenger before the accident. For the past six years, Lu Ming had kept it with him constantly.
The blood from his palm seeped out and flowed over the bronze pendant.
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