Change...

Looking at his hands tremble, Di Tou forced out a smile as he stood up. Of course, there was one last reason that he was scared, one that he didn't want to admit because, honestly, it was embarrassing.

He was scared of change.

Maybe it had to do with him being a mundane person; maybe it had to do with the fact that he knew what it looked like living at the true bottom rungs of society, that he appreciated what he had and didn't feel the need to work exceptionally hard to strive upward. But Di Tou… liked regularity and consistency.

A bird in the pocket is better than two in the shrubs.