After I was born I never learn how to speak.
The fortune - sad I was a simpleton,...the kind with a broken mind who would never learn to talk in this lifetime...
Until I turned three when my father dead of cancer....
At the same time.... I also spoke the first sentence of my life...
At that time my father had withered away from the pain of his illness ..... and dead in the large bed at home wearing .....a pure black silver python cheongsam.....
The Python embroidery on the cheongsam was incredibly lifelike,...its silver scale shinmered brightly...