The next morning.
This was the time when Yi should have already been waiting outside, as she would come over to report the situation to him every day at this time.
Just as Gu Hangshen started to move, getting ready to get up, someone stuck to him like glue.
Looking at the little one curled up in his arms, her sleeping face was so serenely beautiful, as if sleeping was the most wonderful thing in the world.
It seemed as though ever since the day his parents died, his whole world had been filled with nothing but gloom and cold, aside from avenging them and becoming stronger by any means necessary, nothing held meaning for him.
He couldn't understand why such ordinary things seemed so wonderful to the child, why, despite her own unfortunate background, she was so easily contented—a piece of cake, a small gift, or even a few words could make her flash a dazzling smile.
Just looking at her would make one feel happy.
Only when he looked at her did he feel that he was truly alive.
