Xiao Jinghuai tightened his hold on the person in his arms slightly, then began recounting events that seemed distant yet as if they had happened just yesterday—
"My father was the only child in his family line, so he grew up with the demeanor of an arrogant young man. He accomplished little apart from indulging in food, drink, prostitution, and gambling. My impression of him likely stops at when I was eight. On my birthday, he and a woman from outside were having car sex too vigorously, and the car crashed into the sea—"
"At that time, my mother and I were at home waiting for him to return. I still remember the scene; the cake was made by my mother herself, but the taste and style completely catered to my father. Originally, she had prepared a lot to say to him that day, hoping to ease the relationship between the two of them, but unexpectedly—what came was a call from the police station asking her to identify a body at the morgue."
"..."
