Morning light spilled crooked through the shutters.
It didn't bring a sense of warmth… either through feelings or temperature. Instead, it was just that thin pale cast that makes every stone look sharper than it actually was.
Lin Wei was awake, but he wasn't the same child that was becoming a child again. While he might have been slow to play or slow to smile, he was at least trying to. Now, he was just as fearful as he was when I found him at my house in the mountains.
But that was fine. Right now, he was awake. He was home. And he was in my arms.
And that was enough.
He sat curled against Yan Luo's side on the pallet, one hand still fixed in the man's robe like it was nailed there.
I couldn't help but smile to know that the feared King of Hell was now nothing more than a teddy bear to my son. One that will protect him no matter what.
Oh well, I guess there was worse people for WeiWei to cling to.
At least I could trust the man in the bed.
