Ni Jia Wang, the female queen of CD binding captivity.
The sun rose on a clear day, and Ni Jia Wang was awoken by a guard’s footsteps outside her cell. As she opened her eyes, she noticed that the window was open. She didn’t remember opening it herself, but it couldn’t have been someone else since there were no guards in the room.
Perhaps the wind had blown it open while she slept? But then why did she feel like this door had been left ajar for her to walk through? As if she was being called by an invisible force, urging her to make a move. The voice of reason told her not to go – after all, she had been warned that the CD bindings would ruin her life, and yet she couldn’t help but feel drawn towards this open door.
She took a deep breath and decided not to be afraid. Clenching her fists tightly, she closed her eyes and let herself drift away on a cloud of dreams. She dreamt of freedom – the feeling of wind in her hair as she ran through an endless field of wildflowers, the taste of saltwater at the ocean’s shore, and the sound of children laughing in her home.
When she opened her eyes, Ni Jia Wang found herself standing on a cliff overlooking a vast valley. It was like nothing she had ever seen before – a breathtaking sight that filled her with wonder and hope. And there, in the distance, she could see it: a door made of pure light.
Without hesitation, she began to run towards it, feeling as though she had been given a chance at redemption. But just as she reached out to touch the door, she heard an old man’s voice whispering in her ear, “Your heart is not yet pure enough for this world.”
Ni Jia Wang stopped dead in her tracks and looked around. The valley was now shrouded in darkness, and she felt a cold chill run down her spine as the guard’s footsteps echoed through the air once more.
