A Pair Of Bracelet
"Ming'er, you should wear this bracelet. This pair of bracelets was left behind by my mother before she died." Xiu Hua put a bracelet on Xiu Ming's left wrist. He cut open Xiu Ming's finger and let Xiu Ming's blood drip on the bracelet.
Xiu Ming fixed his eyes on the exquisite bracelet that made him feel special.
The bracelet shone as it slowly became transparent and barely visible to the eyes on his slender wrist.
If Xiu Ming had paid more attention to his father, he might have seen another bracelet on his father's wrist. The bracelet was different from the bracelet on his wrist, but it had the same soft feather wrapped around it. At a glance, this wasn't the normal bracelet that normal people could have.
"Keep this bracelet. One day, you'll understand what you should do." Xiu Hua then put another exquisite bracelet on his son's hand. The two bracelets looked alike; one was on his wrist and the other was on his palm.