Summary
I was in the Imperial Prison when I heard the news of Ji Wenchuan’s wedding. Outside, the suona horns blared with festive cheer. Inside, the tendons in my right hand had just been severed, leaving me unable to even hold a bowl of water steady. The jailer laughed, making sure I could hear him. “Song Fuguang, your life is truly worthless. Today, he marries his White Moonlight, and today, you become a cripple.” I didn’t say a word. I simply lowered my head and stared at my mangled, bloody hand. And then I thought: Fine. Since you all want me to rot in here… Then I will choose to live. I will live to get out of here. And I will live to drag every single one of you down with me.