Similarly, many of the properties of the grime and such couldn't be understood by Mu Di Bai alone. For him, it was just… a part of him. It was a constant itching worry and reminder of the mistakes he had made due to his own hesitation and lack of understanding of the world. It was a reminder of a happier, but nonetheless naive version of himself. He didn't hate it, or loath it, but he would have to live to regret it.
How would he know the grime would turn out to be like some sort of poison to Di Tou?
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