However, humans are the kind of creatures that emphasize what they lack most.

...

Chen Jing wandered around the alleys. The usually bustling streets were deserted. It seemed that the attack on "Black Hand" was really serious, and everyone was afraid to be as active as usual, worried about angering "Black Hand".

Finally, he came to the vicinity of a small hut, which was dark inside and had no candles lit.

Chen Jing didn't knock. He took out his key, put it in the lock, and opened the door.

It was still "daytime," and through the mist, there was still light. Chen Jing could see the relatively clean blankets, tables, chairs, and Li Huaxing, who was painting with his back to the door.

Li Huaxing loves to draw. He likes to draw scenes that appear in stories and legends, such as the sun, the sea, golden wheat fields, forests, and animals.

Li Huaxing is Chen Jing's "younger brother." The two are not related by blood; their only connection is that they share a common "father."

Chen Jing leaned closer and, in the dim light, realized that the person in the painting was actually himself.

Li Huaxing seemed to hear the voice. He turned his head, his face first showing surprise, then a mixture of joy, sadness and desolation. His voice trembled as he said, "Brother Jing, you, you're back alive."

Chen Jing grinned. "Of course. Who am I? I'm sure I'll come back." He stepped into the room, glanced around, and asked, "Where are my sister and that person?"

Li Huaxing's lips moved, and her trembling hands could no longer hold the paintbrush, which fell to the ground.

“That man, he sold my sister! He said that if you died, I couldn't support him alone, so he…”

Upon hearing Li Huaxing's words, Chen Jing's brain buzzed, and blood rushed to his head.