"Paul, what would you like for dinner tonight?" his mother asked.
But the child being questioned had walked to the storefront of a shop by the street and pressed his entire body against the glass, staring at the things inside, completely captivated.
It was a rather exquisite box.
His mother glanced up at the shop's name. It was a boutique, and the box displayed in the window was indeed crafted with extraordinary delicacy. Even she couldn't help taking a few more looks.
"Pa... Pa... Do..." The child tried to read the name marked on the base beneath the box—the name of this box-like ornament.
"Pandora." His mother bent down behind him and smiled. "Pandora. Pandora's Box. This is Pandora's Box, Paul."
"Pandora's Box?" The child named Paul tilted his head back curiously and happened to see his mother's chin.
His mother said solemnly, "Pandora's Box is a very frightening box. It contains countless disasters and misfortunes. Once it's opened, not only will you be hurt, other people will be hurt too!"
The child's mouth fell slightly open. Then he lowered his head and looked at the box in the display cabinet again. He had lost the interest he'd shown at first—and a child's curiosity was quickly diverted elsewhere.
To a street artist performing across the road.
"Mommy! Go look at that!" The child pointed at the person floating in the air with nothing but a Cane Sword in hand. His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly ran over.
"Be careful! Paul, don't run across the road!" His mother shook her head helplessly. The reason she didn't immediately chase after him was that she had checked both directions and there were no vehicles at all. The area was mostly filled with parked cars. "Use the crosswalk! How many times have I