The first time Ji An met Xiao Mo was in the hospital.
He opened the door, and the sunlight filtered in through the window, shining on the green profile of the young man who was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed. The fair face of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was bathed in the sunlight, and the way he breathed shallowly after falling asleep was particularly fond of him. Ji An walked over and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, thinking how great it would be if such a child could be raised at home.
Xiao Mo woke up in a daze, looked at the young man in a white T-shirt next to the hospital bed, rubbed his eyes that could not be opened, sat up with his hands, and shouted, Dad~
Ji An: =Pan=...
Xiao Mo: Dad? (*.*)
Ji An: Dad, your sister... Orz