A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
Fan Xian furrowed his brows. He looked at the person in the shadow. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Why are you so happy? Although we rarely see each other, I'm not used to it."
The knife-wielding man in the shadow bent his body forward slightly. He said with a smile, "I have always been a frivolous person. I hope you will forgive me."
"Frivolous?" Fan Xian frowned. "No wonder you caused such a big mess back then when all you wanted to do was have fun. The Palace has singled you out to get rid of."
The knife-wielding man's face started and he said solemnly, "It's all thanks to the Minister that I am able to live."
Fan Xian didn't say anything more. He was thinking about another matter, another person.