Fanno was taken aback.
"Look, Fanno, it's not that you don't want to live a simple, ordinary life, but that it's not with that one person, so you're unwilling to settle."
Fanno did not speak.
"Tomorrow I will go find Huai Fu Yueming. Tonight, you stay here and take care of Yaoyao," Fan Wang said.
Fanno nodded, "Okay."
Fan Wang turned and left.
It wasn't until Fan Wang's figure had completely vanished from sight that Fanno turned and went back to the room. Mi Yao on the bed was sleeping restlessly, her small hands clutching tightly at her abdomen, her delicate brows still furrowed, unaware of the nightmare she was having.
Fanno looked at her pale little face, then slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch her cheek.
But his hand froze in mid-air.
A few seconds later, he withdrew his hand. That night, he did not close his eyes. He sat alone by the bed throughout, quietly accompanying the slumbering Mi Yao.
...
The next morning dawned.
