Surprised, Lin Haihai hurriedly helped him up and woke him by rubbing at his philtrum and pricking the baihui acupoint on his head. Wen Xuan stared at Lin Haihai as he sat up with Lin Haihai’s help. With a sigh, Lin Haihai said, “Do you know how much she missed you?”

Wen Xuan blinked. Tears streamed down his face, and the sorrow on his face was thick enough to drown him. Voice trembling, he said, “When did it happen?”

“Death puts an end to everything, be it joy or grudges. Would you be able to let go of the past and move on?” Lin Haihai looked at him sadly. She would be facing separation in the near future. She would be despairing like he was now.

“Move on?” He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, but in the end, his expression calmed at a soft exhale, showing composure that was only seen on an old monk. “I can finally move on!”

He slowly walked to his desk and sat down, looking up at Lin Haihai. “What did she want to say to me?”

“She said she had a daughter with you, and she was about to turn ten. If you haven’t...