Lu Ming gripped a pendant hanging around his neck so tightly that his fingernails pierced his flesh, and fresh blood steadily seeped out.
This pendant, cast from bronze and no larger than a fava bean, had been sent back to him by someone his father entrusted before the accident. For the past six years, Lu Ming had kept it with him at all times.
The blood from his palm seeped out, flowing toward the bronze pendant.
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