Since I can remember, I've had to drink a bowl of dark sludgy stuff three times a day. When I became sensible, I learned that this dark, pitch-black substance was called "medicine."
Then I realized I was different from others. Not because I was born into the high-status Ji Family, but because my body was extremely, extremely frail. Daddy, Mom, and Grandpa treated me like porcelain, serving me carefully and meticulously, even afraid to speak loudly as if a loud word would shatter me.
My range of activities was confined to my bedroom, the garden in front of the bedroom, and the dining room. The dining room was too far away, and given my physical condition, I couldn't walk that far, so I had to go there in a wheelchair.
The sky I saw was always just the piece above my head, the tall courtyard walls blocking all the scenery outside. It was only later that I learned this place was called Hidden Dragon Mountain.
