Young Master was born after I was. Everyone loved and pampered Young Master, even my father. I didn’t like Young Master…
That day, he lost everything. I was supposed to be freed, yet still somehow got stuck with him. Then, on a cloudless but rainy (?) day, Young Master climbed on my bed?
Note: the title and the plot have (almost) nothing to do with each other. A story from a dumb gong’s perspective.