The Mission Presents Itself

"Don't cry, don't cry." Bai Wu's sobbing tugged at Xu Lan's heartstrings, so he went over to hug and console Bai Wu, just like old times.

"I think I've gotten used to the void. If something similar happens in the future, you must tell me, okay? You don't know how much suffering I had to go through to find you."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Papa. I was scared… I was scared that the same thing would happen again. I… Hic."

Like a whip adorned with barbs, those words struck Xu Lan hard. It was true! He did in fact, do such a thing before.

Bai Wu slowly and carefully circled Xu Lan in vain. Looking at those broad shoulders and warm chest, Bai Wu could no longer be as unrestrained as before. If Xu Lan did not chase after him, he would likely have kept his thoughts to himself for the rest of his life.

Then, however, all he could do was quietly restrain himself and plan things out slowly.