After Mo Yuhan woke up the day after, he couldn't remember some of the event transpired on that day. Everyone understood that sometimes when a child experienced something beyond their maximum capacity, their brain would automatically forgotten some of it as a defense mechanism.
Thus, they all agreed to not bring up the tragedy ever again.
The little boy was recovering swiftly.
He stayed on Mo Yujian's manor since that day because it would be easier to take care of him. Sometimes he had nightmare and Mo Yujian would go and accompanied him until he fell back asleep.
Ouyang Xueqing absentmindedly squatted between the bushes on the garden as she observed the dragonfly that was happily resting on a brownish leaf. The autumn had brought the temperature colder and the wind chilly, she tightened the robes around her and rubbed her palms in the attempt to create some warmth.
