Song Shuhang possessed a remarkable ability to adapt.
Since that day, June 4th of the previous year, when his worldview, built over eighteen years, had suddenly shattered, he had risen, Phoenix-like, from the ashes. Now, he was like a blank canvas continually embracing new experiences and revising his understanding of the world and his values.
On the night of January 2nd, current year, he was utterly panicked about the possibility of being pregnant and felt his brain shake with trepidation.
But when the sun rose on January 3rd, Song Shuhang serenely accepted this preposterous reality.
In the modern world, at the White Cloud Academy of the scholarly faction, on the Star Observation Platform...
Song Shuhang, fully rejuvenated in spirit and condition, sat cross-legged on the platform. He pushed his mask up to his forehead and quietly enjoyed the sunrise.
In contrast, a group of senior masters and goddesses behind him looked on with concern.
