Lin Gantang helped wipe his sweat away. She glanced at the sky outside. "It's not dawn yet. Why don't we sleep a little longer?"
"Okay, let's sleep," Wen Yanqing said.
Seeing that he had laid down, Lin Gantang did the same. Wen Yanqing was no longer sleepy, but he still clung to Lin Gantang and refused to let go.
He rarely dreamed of his mother, but it was such a miserable scene tonight. He often sat alone until dawn. The pain and hatred of losing his mother made him unable to sleep well.
His mother wanted him to be a kind and gentle person. She said that every kind person would be treated gently in the end.
This was the reason he had not become heartless, cold, and mercenary despite many years of hard work and gaining wealth.
It was just that his mother had taught him to be gentle, but she had forgotten that gentle people were more likely to be wronged.
