The next morning, Jua Gu woke up to the sight of a maid standing just outside the bedroom door, watching him with obvious suspicion.
She didn't come inside.
None of them did anymore.
The servants simply stood near the doorway, peeking in with cautious, fearful eyes. Jua Gu had grown far too familiar with those eyes in his previous life. They were the same eyes people gave him whenever they realized he wasn't someone they should provoke.
Jua Gu couldn't help but smile wryly.
Guess I'm becoming a bad man again in this life too…
He rubbed the back of his head and slowly sat up. His gaze then fell on the young child sleeping beside him.
Ying Mao was still deeply asleep, his soft hair spread across the pillow and surrounding his face like a little halo. His expression was peaceful, completely different from the frightened child who had clung to Jua Gu only hours ago.
He looked almost angelic.
Somehow, in this strange world, Jua Gu had found another person he wanted to protect.
