Jue Pulse Ming Tian

He didn't know what "Jue" in Juemai meant. All he knew was that everyone had the same tone when they said this word to him. Not hate, not anger, not even sympathy. Is a more Quiet things - like judgments. Like a judge dropping his hammer. Like a judgment written by heaven and earth, the ink has dried, just waiting for him to recognize it. He hasn't admitted it yet. But he hasn't found a reason not to admit it yet. —— The story begins here. From a rainy day, an ancestral hall, a divorce document, and a jade pendant that no one dared to touch. From a teenager kneeling, trying to stand up.