So how could a person not suffer and have a good future at the same time?

Parents from all over the world were struggling to find the answer to this question, no need for an amateur father such as Gu Yun to beat himself up over it. He had no other choice but to leave Chang Geng to mature on his own.

The driver had opened the door, lit up the lights, and was now standing on the side waiting for Gu Yun's command.

Shen Yi said to Gu Yun: "I understand that it is too demanding to wish for you to thoroughly watch over him, but he has met with very drastic changes, you are the only relative he has left, you should be more sincere and genuine with him. Even if you don't know what to do for him, just hanging around and writing him a few calligraphy notes would be good enough."

Perhaps these words finally reached Gu Yun, he patiently replied: "Yeah."

Shen Yi untied a horse from the carriage and pulled up the reins.

He was on the horse about to leave, but after a few steps, he could not help but turn back and nag: "Marshal, inexperienced young child or severely ill elder, they all teach you how to better yourself, having the chance to meet them is already a good fortune."

Gu Yun rubbed his forehead in pain: "My god, this undesirable broken-mouth bastard, I'm begging you, just go already!"

Shen Yi jokingly scolded him, then charged his horse forward.

After midnight, Gu Yun was utterly exhausted. He initially wanted to go back to rest, but in the end, affected by Shen Yi's words, his footsteps unconsciously turned towards the back quarters.

At the time, there were not many lights still lit in the capital. Chang Geng had long since fallen asleep; Gu Yun did not disturb the old servants outside. He walked into the chamber lightly, the reflective light of the snow outside the window serving as his guide as he reached out and pulled at the quilt covering Chang Geng. But suddenly, he found that the child did not seem to be sleeping well, as if he was being terrorized by nightmares.

"Not used to living in the manor?" Gu Yun thought, his ice-cold fingers holding onto Chang Geng's wrist.

Chang Geng was startled, he took in a deep breath then jolted awake, his gaze still stunned with fear and doubt, staring at the person at his bedside in a daze.

Gu Yun gently shook his wrist and softened his voice to ask: "Did you have a nightmare? What did you dream of?"

Chang Geng did not say a word for a while, his scattered gaze gradually found its focus once again. He stared at Gu Yun's eyes that resembled two burning flames in the midst of the dark night, and suddenly embraced his waist.