My cousin deliberately added herbicide to the drink he poured for me.
After it killed me, my aunt kept insisting, “He’s just a child. He doesn’t know any better!”
She even told my mother that I’d accidentally drunk the wrong thing.
She said with absolute certainty, “Yaozu is a boy. He can’t be allowed to get hurt!”
My mother hesitated and said nothing.
A glimmer of hope stirred in me. I waited for her to get justice for me.
My aunt muttered reluctantly, “At worst, Yaozu can break the funeral basin for you someday.”
Only then did my mother break into a delighted smile.
My death was brushed aside just like that.
My soul watched the scene before me without expression, my face full of scorn.
Reborn, I’ll watch Lin Yaozu break the funeral basin with my own eyes.
