Ding Dong’s return made everyone very happy. The atmosphere in the room significantly improved.
However, with the statent "I am an escapee," it beca strange again. By now, Jiangcheng had already experienced many bizarre occurrences.
Not long ago, a heavy rainstorm had swept through Jiangcheng, bringing with it many eerie events and claiming so lives.
Of course, these did not affect this hospital building. Everyone sat and waited for Ding Dong to continue his story.
Ding Dong had never spoken about the past. Although Granny Wu and the other five people had greatly benefited from him, they actually knew nothing about his history.
To them, Ding Dong’s appearance was no less than a miracle.
It was the first ti Ding Dong was willing to share his past.
"Let think... Where should I start? Perhaps... I’ll begin with my childhood and my father."
"When I was a child, I lived in a rather secluded place. Everyone there wore white clothes, which made it sowhat similar to a ntal institution. But I was the only patient."
"My father told that I had sixteen siblings, making us seventeen in total. We used to live in the sa orphanage, but my other siblings were lost to ."
"In fact, we didn’t have any blood relationship. We just lived in the sa place and contracted the sa illness."
"Father had always been searching for them. Recently, I have also been searching for them. Father told they were very dangerous and that if not guided by kindness, they could beco a terrible existence."
"The reason I left so hurriedly this ti, without even getting the chance to explain how to use certain things, was because I heard soone calling . My body lost control and started walking towards that person. Even though I had never t them, I could feel that it was one of my siblings."
This part of the story was actually quite obscure. Wen Xishu noticed that Ding Dong kept staring at him as he spoke.
Mo Yuan, Granny Wu, and Lele just listened intently, their heads lowered, not saying a word.
"Back to my father and . Father treated very well, really well, aside from imprisoning , he never did anything to harm ."
"He would always tell that the reason he didn’t let go out was because everyone has a heart, and my heart... was still growing. Every person’s heart is influenced by their environnt, and this influence lasts a lifeti."
"So hearts decay easily, even in extrely comfortable environnts."
"While so hearts are very resilient, even when surrounded by filth. Father said my heart was still growing and needed a lot of love to nurture it, and the outside world didn’t possess the soil for a good heart to grow."
"Sotis, I would even be curious about certain behaviors. If I engaged in such behaviors, they would surely lead to many deaths. Father would patiently tell not to do those things because harming those who aren’t malicious causes the heart to rot."
"I often asked Father what I needed to do to be able to go out? At those tis, he would always buy toys and co into my room to play with ."
"I loved molding things, and Father seed to know this early on. All the toys he gave were related to clay or building blocks. I started by making bottles and jars. Father loved them and said he would display them in his ho."
"I wanted to visit his ho, to see what the world outside the research institute looked like. He told to wait until my heart beca resilient and grew into a beautiful shape before he could take out of that place."
"I asked Father how much my heart had grown. He said it was very clean, pure and flawless, but too young, making it easily contaminated."
"The things I molded sotis resembled living creatures, and so had special abilities. Father loved watching make these things. He told there was a beauty in watching a creator create."
"As my skills improved, the little figures I molded out of clay began to act as I desired. They lived in the clay houses I molded, doing various things to keep company. The clay houses I molded also had various features to make these little clay figures happy."
"Father was never stingy with his praise. In fact, aside from letting leave, he would fulfill all my requests. He often taught things and always said I needed creativity and imagination to create interesting things."
"In the year I turned fourteen, Father hoped I could make a compass. I really made that compass and, as Father requested, endowed it with the corresponding ability."
As he spoke, Ding Dong smiled and took out a compass. It looked ordinary, just like any regular compass. Despite a few cracks that made it look rather old.
"I call it the Destiny Compass."
"The process of making this compass was very painful. Many tis, blood flowed from my ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. The process took six months to complete."
"Because my abilities were insufficient to imbue the compass with the power of destiny. Many tis, I wanted to give up. Many tis, I felt... Maybe Father didn’t love anymore."
"But each ti, Father would tell , no, no... He said I needed the compass to guide , and soday it would help avoid misfortune and seek good fortune."
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