"He who is without mercy may not necessarily be a true hero, but a real man is one who loves his children?" Haitang repeated it slowly to herself, that ordinary-looking smile of hers returning to her face. She led Fan Xian through the wooden temple doors.
"Master Fan." Si Lili curtseyed. A gentle, distant smile appeared on Fan Xian's face. He cupped his hands and returned her greeting. "Lady Si, when did you arrive in Shangjing?"
"Thank you for your concern. I arrived three days ago. The journey was peaceful." Si Lili's eyes dropped. She was still wearing the thin light-green garment she wore on her journey. It was warm, so she had no fear of catching a cold.
Fan Xian exchanged some quiet words with her.
