"Feiyang, this Immortal Pill…" Shi Ying's fingertip caressed the white jade porcelain bottle, her voice softer than the babbling mountain stream, "You've given your thousand-year opportunity of arduous cultivation to our mother and son, have you ever thought about yourself?"
She suddenly tiptoed, gently cupping Shi Feiyang's face with both hands like holding a rare treasure, "These calluses on your palms, each one is a scar left from protecting the peace of the world… it pains my heart so much."
Shi Nian seemed to sense her mother's emotions too, babbling as she reached out to grab Shi Feiyang's sleeve.
Shi Feiyang laughed and picked up the child, but saw Shi Ying suddenly approach, her warm breath brushing past his ear: "Do you know, since you left, I count the hours facing the moon every night? When I reach the hundredth count, I wonder if you are also looking up at the moon, are you thinking about me too…"
