Wen Chuxiao always thought Hua Chen, who had left her a widow in all but name for two lifetimes, was a cold, passionless man. She had no idea that across both lifetimes, he had loved her deeply, cherished her like his own life, and treated her like the most precious thing in his heart. He was a completely doting husband. She only took the initiative a little, and he left her unable to get out of bed the next day.
The adorable little boy stood at the door clutching his small pillow. He blinked his big eyes and asked the man who had taken over his mother's side: "Dad, I'm scared of the dark. I want to sleep with Mom."
A moment later, the little boy and his pillow were lifted up. In the blink of an eye, he was carried back to the children's room and laid in his little bed.
"A real man shouldn't be afraid of the dark. Sleep by yourself."
The little boy hugged his pillow tightly, biting one corner in grievance as he silently protested in his heart: Dad, I'm only three. I'm a long way from being a real man.
