After Hirvan was sure that Ren Mengsheng was settled into a peaceful sleep, he stepped away from the bedside. His eyes lingered on his son for a moment longer, the relaxed brows and forehead reassured him that, at least for now, his son was at peace. A sigh escaped Hirvan's lips, heavy with worry. Ren Mengsheng was a mess, and finding his true identity in such a way it appeared had affected him severely. He would never show his true feelings, too proud to let others see his struggles, even when he was clearly hurt this badly.