The castle, bustling for half the night, finally fell into midnight silence.
Tang Yanqing leaned against the car door, looking up at Jieyou's room, smoking one cigarette after another.
His demeanor was relaxed, smoking unhurriedly, but he knew how much his heart was in turmoil.
His distress was not for himself, but for Shi Nian, for Jieyou: as a mother, he could imagine the struggle Shi Nian would have because of Jieyou's presence; he was also more worried about Jieyou's future.
They say children are the crystallization of love, every child's arrival is a new birth and blessing; but... in reality, it is not always so.
For example, Huangfu Huazhang's birth was a life unaccepted, and his own birth had brought many years of unhappiness to his brother. And Jieyou's future, if the adults are slightly negligent in control, might face such a fate.
He understood that this crucial element might possibly be himself.
