This hand had done many things. It had held his father's urn and signed the contract to leave the Tang Family. It had written homework and filled out exams, and it had brutally beaten thugs. This hand had performed prison labor, and it had stolen after his release.
This hand had committed acts of sorrow and rage, of grim satisfaction and utter despair, of reckless self-abandonment.
But today, for the first time, it had done something that brought a genuine smile to a child's face.
'Ah... what on earth was I thinking before? Stealing, committing crimes... even taking it for granted that I should get revenge on the world?'
Tang Yuan began to laugh, and tears spilled from his eyes. It was the first time he had cried since the year he was imprisoned. As the teardrops fell, leaving his body and his state of Spiritualization, they froze into ice amidst the wind and snow.
