"I'm scared..."
That what the man who claimed to be his father said. The wishing tree looked down at the man bathing in his own blood at his feet. As the light disappeared from Liu Xiaodan's eyes, something seemed to have snapped inside the wishing tree's heart. All of a sudden, cold erupted from his body as particular scenes flashed across his eyes. It was the face of this man… but they were inside a cramped space.
These were the same eyes that he stared at in horror, knowing that the person was already passing. It was also like this… he was incomplete, and he was as helpless as he could be. The wishing tree remembered riding on a rolling bed and crying at the misfortune he had caused.