"Where on earth are you, Father? Ming'er believes you aren't dead. Yet now, Ming'er is powerless, unable even to hold onto the position of head of the household."
Lu Ming clutched tightly at a pendant hanging around his neck. He gripped it so hard that his fingernails pierced into his flesh, and blood continuously seeped out.
This pendant, cast from bronze and no larger than a broad bean, had been sent back from afar through a trusted intermediary by Lu Ming's father before the accident occurred. Lu Ming had kept it with him every day for the past six years.
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