The rain fell over the Tao family mansion, dripping quickly to the ground, and mixing with the dirt. It created mud.
Mud, like the name of the Tao, Ren mused, staring out the window. He gave a start as he began to fall forwards. The book in his hand slid to the floor. Ren shook his head.
You alright, Ren? Jun asked, sliding a needle through Bailongs arm.
Yes. Ren picked up the book and flipped it open. I was thinking and started to fall asleep.
Jun smiled. Dont overdo it. What were you thinking about?
Jun raised her eyebrows in question. Ren looked out of the window and tapped his fingers on the sill. I want more of it.
Yes, isnt it natural? All humans should strive for power, or the meaning of life is lost upon them.
Jun sat silent and resumed her sewing. Ren continued.
Some humans actually only care about their next paycheck. All they want is