Feng felt a small breath breathing on top of him. The warmth brought him out of his sleep. He gently held the small weight on him. Feeling the soft, supple skin he was startled for a second. 'Its… it's our baby.'
With difficulty, he opened his eyes and glanced at his son. He was snoring softly with his mouth wide open. "Hi… hi little one. You are so cute…" he whispered gently nudging his baby boy's hand. Small baby fingers wrapped around his thumb and cutely, his son sucked on it. "How are you so adorable? You're just like your dad,"
"I wouldn't say that," a coarse voice whispered next to him.
Startled, he glanced to his side.
Xu Da Ping was sitting beside him wiping the blood off his legs and arms. His whole body was covered in dust and blood. He had a lot of cuts on his face and everywhere visible to naked eyes. This guy was so beat up.
