It was a dark night.
The moon was round and bright.
After staying in the study for a while as he went through some documents, Ji Ziming recalled that his son had been wailing earlier.
A moment of consideration, and he decided to take a gander if his son had stopped crying.
On his way there, he did not hear the sound of wailing at all.
He heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that his mother had finally succeeded in pacifying his troublesome son.
In front of the little fella's room, he paused for a moment before deciding to look inside.
Hence, he pushed open the door and walked into the bedroom.
The bedroom was dim with only the moon serving as light. He lightened his footsteps as he moved across the room toward his son's bed.
Spotting the boy's peaceful and sweet countenance, his face relaxed and the lines on his face softened.
Despite still being largely expressionless, his eyes were tinged with slight tenderness.
