Jun Long's hair sat flattened and wet atop his head. He perched himself down next to the fire pit full of wooden logs and waited for his Aunt to set it alight. The night air was getting colder by the minute. Just as Jun Long was curling himself into a ball on the ground, his Aunt Zhang Fei walked into the backyard.
"Xiao Fang, what are you doing sitting over there?"
"Aunt, my hair is wet and I'm cold. Could I warm up by the fire for a while?"
"Hmph! Only until your hair is dry! You still have things to do for m-- the family."
Jun Long nodded quietly, not showing the disdain written across his face towards his Aunt Zhang Fei. According to Lo Bei Fang's memories, it was still a secret that he was not accepting of his own living conditions. In this world, many could only bite their cheeks, and accept their fates. Many were branded; marked with their master's family seal. It was a given that those marked with family seals were not people, but items. Objects.
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