What is a home? Is it the place where you lived for most of your life? The place where you were comfortable? Where your family or the ones you cherished reside?
Ren Jidian never felt like he had a real home. Not with his father who despised him. Not even a home world, as he kept jumping from one Matarta to the next. But.....
To him, his home was wherever Wei Sizhi was. He was his home.
Still, that was not actually a place, and homes were usually defined as a place. So the closest he can call his home was here. In the domain of Pan, with the warriors who he had become friends with.
He had lost sense of time, but he had actually been here for another 6 months.
He remembered his days trying to teach baby Phoinixe words, while her mother Phene just laughed as the baby spat drool on his face. She had indeed grown to be a skilled prankster just like her mother.
