Early morning came and a window was opened. The sunshine outside shining in was perfect, and the majestic Snow Mountain looked like a giant holding White City in its grasp.
Xia Geng turned around to see a woman wearing pink silken pajamas sleeping behind him on the bed, his eyes revealing a soft tenderness. This was the mother of his son. His chance encounter with her here in the Lower Realm was the greatest fortune of his life, giving him his family back once more.
Seven-year-old Xia Di was slowly getting used to family life, and though he was a bit shy when calling his mother, his relationship with Meimei gradually grew closer. The entire family would often head outdoors together, even spending time in their back garden to enjoy a candlelit dinner.
"Ah, you're already awake. Is it because I was a bit fussy when I slept and woke you up?" Meimei asked drowsily, rubbing her eyes.
