The soup on the kitchen stove was bubbling and boiling, and the dim light enveloped everyone in the house, bringing warmth and peace to this little home.
Outside the window, the rain was pouring down relentlessly, but home isolated everything that was collapsing, leaving the person under the eaves with a small world of their own.
No matter how fierce the wind and rain outside, the house remains steadfast.
The feeling was so relaxing and blissful that Qianyuan had no choice but to open her eyes in this atmosphere and awaken from the shadows she had fallen into.
The entire room stirred and cheered with Qianyuan's awakening, celebrating their master's return, so the crazy, twisted substances that made up the home were all talking.
Qianyuan saw the bedside lamp dancing for him, the walls whispering, and the tea set cheering.
But when Qianyuan frowned, feeling that it was all a bit noisy, they returned to normal and maintained the appearance of "home" according to the rules.
Qianyuan got off his bed. The room was still exactly as he had left it, a children's room.
But what is most important to Qianyuan is missing.
"dad?"
The little guy kept pushing doors open to look for it.
"Brother? Second brother?"
Why aren't they here?
The little guy called out as he came to the living room.
Seeing her father and brother sitting on the sofa, with a shadow fading away in the middle of the sofa, Qianyuan knew what it was—it was his shadow when he was asleep.
Qianyuan has now woken up, but his family members are still unaware and unconsciously remain asleep, keeping him company.
The father's arms tightly enveloped Qianyuan's figure, as did his brother's. They accompanied the unconscious shadow on either side, constantly taking care of him, talking to him, and sleeping with him, even though everything was so monotonous and there was no response from Qianyuan. Yet they persisted.
Until the rules of the house were fulfilled, Qianyuan still hadn't woken up, so they stayed with her in a deep dream, never to wake up again.
Qianyuan approached them, sat back in her rightful place in the middle, and naturally took her father's and brother's hands, feeling the warmth that monsters never experienced.
He closed his eyes, intending to wake his family in his dream...
...
Thousands of old houses.
Qianli was standing in front of the Buddha statue, silently reciting scriptures in his heart.
Outside the door, faces were obscured, and distorted, terrifying screams were emanating from them.
"How long are you going to kneel like that? Your father is dying, aren't you going to go see him?!"
The man remained kneeling, unmoved.
At this moment, the way he closed his eyes and lowered his gaze made him look even more like a Bodhisattva than the Bodhisattva sitting high above him.
He simply sat there, coldly observing everything about all living beings, without offering any help or assistance.
"How could I have given birth to such a wretched child?!"
The woman was dragged away by the servants, crying and screaming. Everything finally quieted down. Qianli's expression had not changed from beginning to end, except that his long, narrow, and handsome eyes opened and he looked up at the god above.
When the old head of the Qian family passed away, the right of succession was passed to the eldest son of the family, Qian Li.
However, everyone in the circle knows that the death of the head of the Qian family was not accidental, but was orchestrated by Qian Li. The Qian family had committed some unforgivable crimes in their early years and were now being punished. In order to stop the curse, Qian Li did not hesitate to sacrifice his own parents.
He was so cold-hearted and indifferent that he showed no trace of being a lay Buddhist.
Or perhaps, he had no expectations for this sinful family and could only watch them reap what they sowed.
Even he himself, because of the tyrannical genes of sinners flowing through his veins, would eventually walk that path.
Now, he can only constantly restrain himself and his desires.
Qianli twirled the prayer beads in his hand, again and again, silently.
The matriarch of the Sen family was terrified of her son who did not mingle with them. He was so pure, yet so ruthless, and always looked at them with a judgmental attitude.
She couldn't take it anymore, so after the old patriarch passed away, she took a portion of the family business's shares and ran away.
The only person left to accompany Qianli in handling the remaining transfer of the estate was their family lawyer.
The lawyer looked at the statue-like man sitting in front of him and realized that he was not the monster that others described.
Qianli merely restrained the greed and desires that belong to humankind. Although he was clearly an evil spirit, he exuded a harmless, grassy aura at all times, silently existing here.
Such terrifying self-control and power of self-discipline are enough to make people gasp and tremble.
Unfortunately, all Senka left him was a decaying and corrupt old family.
The lawyer sighed inwardly and handed the evidence in his hand to Qianli.
Qianli remained silent, only nodding slightly in agreement.
The assistant explained, "Mr. Qian is currently practicing silent meditation, so it is inconvenient for him to speak. Please fill out the agreement in the form of a question and answer."
A silent meditation?
The lawyer had heard something about it.
Silent meditation, also known as silence or prohibition of speech, is a Buddhist practice that involves reducing one's sins by remaining silent.
But what sins does Qianli have that can be atoned for? Is he taking the blame for the entire Qian family?
If that's the case, then it's too...
If one person were to aton for the karmic consequences of hundreds of people, then Qianli would likely only end up with a gruesome death.
The lawyer was secretly alarmed, but could only watch as the man in front of him signed the papers and left. His traditional Chinese suit seemed to have trapped him in that decadent era, making it impossible for him to escape...
Just as the lawyer was thinking this, he saw Qianli, who was about to walk out the door, bump into a little kid who didn't even reach his thigh.
Whose child is this?
The lawyer was startled and then thought about who in his law firm was married with children, and considered asking someone to take the child away immediately.
Unexpectedly, the little boy in overalls grabbed Qianli's leg.
"dad!"
The little guy's shout was so loud that almost everyone could hear it clearly.
Chiri lowered her head and silently watched the child. The child was not afraid at all, nor did she find Chiri scary. Instead, she affectionately rubbed her face against Chiri's thigh and then opened her short arms to hug her.
Qianli ignored him, and the little guy automatically hugged his lap, making him unable to move.
Qianli had no choice but to turn to look at her assistant.
"Uh, okay, Mr. Qian, I'll get rid of the child right away."
Qianli felt somewhat helpless, and he couldn't help but reach out to protect the child.
What wrong have these innocent children done?
But his actions led the cub to mistakenly believe that his father had recognized him, and it immediately began to sweetly call out "Daddy, Daddy," while also babbling incoherently.
"Dad, I saw my sister eating a chick on the road."
"A chick in crisp clothes~ A chick in sweet clothes~ And sweet water bubbling and crackling~"
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