Chen Tang landed, throwing two chopsticks back into the chopstick holder on the main hall table.
He still had strength to spare and did not hurt Chen Shi. Instead, he severed all of Chen Shi's senses, letting him fall into a deep sleep.
Chen Tang brought Chen Shi back to his room to rest, tucked him in, and sat by the bedside, watching the sleeping Chen Shi with a softened gaze.
The Chen Shi lying in bed overlapped with the tiny Chen Shi in his mind.
He still remembered when Old Lady Wu Zhu, after delivering the baby, smiled and told him it was a boy and that he could come in now. He carefully lifted the door curtain, fearing the outside wind might blow on his wife and child.
Holding the tiny Chen Shi in his arms, he looked at the newborn and suddenly felt a surge of joy, his eyes brimming with tears.
He felt the sensation of his own blood flowing in this tiny baby, as if his life was continuing through this child.
