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You had often grown up in Yangguang city, capital of the Shan Empire. You never knew your parents, only assumed you were an orphan like many other children in the city, however you were looked over by a kind individual for a while, before you reached your 7th birthday, a man with long brown hair, and a kind smile would introduce himself as your father and would be raising you from then on. You’d learn his name was Yi Xiaosheng although you never knew the importance of that name.

Years would pass as you made it closer to your 14th birthday, however, due to the cold chills of the northern winter, you had started to suffer from an illness. Yi Xiaosheng would kneel down next to you on your futon bed as he checked your temperature by placing a hand on your forehead. His palm felt a soothing cold over your skin as small drops of snow fell down through the window.

You don’t seem to be too bad, but its best to still rest, after all, exerting yourself can easily worsen your health, and you can trust your father on that. he’d stand up from his crouched position. I’ll visit the doctor and get some medicine to help ease the illness.