The Pearl in My Palm

The first meal he made for me was only sweet potato porridge. He said, "Wait and see. Someday, I'll cook your favorite dishes."

The first time he combed my hair, he pulled out a whole handful. He said, "It's my first time combing someone's hair. Someday, I'll give you the most beautiful hairstyle."

He took my hand, but his palm was sweaty. He said, "From now on, I'll hold your hand tight and never let go."

He said, "Someday."

But in the end, we became strangers. He never cooked for me or styled my hair again. He held someone else's hand.

He said, "I killed you only for Qingzi."

I was heartbroken, miserable, and in pain, but I couldn't even cry. My once-mighty father and gentle mother were both murdered, and the person I loved with all my heart had never loved me.

Heavens, I will reclaim everything you owe me, piece by piece. If I meet a god, I'll kill a god; if I meet a Buddha, I'll kill a Buddha. I will spare no one.