As a first-time father and after finding a long-missing warmth on his wife's knee, Fan Xian slept peacefully. He didn't wake until the sun had risen high in the sky. In the moment he awoke, there was still a contented smile at the corner of his lips.
Opening his eyes, he found Wan'er was no longer at his side. He guessed that she had probably gone to see their daughter. Unconsciously, he rubbed his head and smiled. He thought that now that he was a father, his actions and thoughts should be more proper and reliable. Thinking of this, he managed to toss the thoughts of all the deaths in Jingdou to the back of his head. His long depressed emotions finally opened up a little.
