Ji Dengqi knelt behind his father that year, shaking in the rustling autumn wind, as he watched the Wan Family Head slowly lift up his own father, spit on his blood-streaked face, and sneered lightly:
"The Ji Family is nothing more than this."
He lowered his head, tears continuously sliding down his face, dripping from his chin, dampening his thin autumn clothes, and moistening the cracks between the bricks on the ground.
He barely lifted his head, and standing quietly behind the Wan Family Head was a young man in splendid clothes, coldly laughing as he watched him.
Later, he learned that the youth's name was Wan Xiaohua, the Young Master of the Wan Family.
Wan Xiaohua stood there with a cold laugh, while he, Ji Dengqi, knelt crying.
