Song Nanbao smiled. Back in the day, his family was poor, and his fiancée despised his impoverished background and his chronically ill father, so she ended the engagement and left.
Later on, he fought on the front lines with no family constraints. Thus, he carried on in this manner.
Now, approaching thirty, he was still alone.
A few years ago, after his father passed away, he was truly on his own.
Although he was now a general with achievements, he was still just a man guarding a mansion all by himself.
Suddenly, in the deep of night, he saw a child who somewhat resembled his sister, who had met ill-fated company and died young, causing him to become reflective.
"Go home early," Song Nanbao sighed, looking at the child as if seeing his sister from years ago.
"Yes, yes, I am... I am sleepy," Ye Heng murmured.
"Shall I take you home?" Song Nanbao looked at him, finding it amusing—a boy, yet so delicate?
"No, no, I won't go back. Where is your home? Please take me in... I..."
