Lu Ming gripped the pendant hanging around his neck so tightly that his fingernails dug into his flesh, and blood continuously seeped out.
This pendant, cast from bronze and the size of a fava bean, had been sent back to him by someone at his father's behest before the accident happened. For the past six years, Lu Ming had kept it with him at all times.
The blood from his palm seeped out, flowing onto the bronze pendant.
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