Xiang Minghou walked to the door and reached out to push it open, but his hand trembled to a halt. He was afraid.
Afraid that the person on the other side wouldn't be his daughter...
After a long moment of trembling, he pulled his hand back and stood rigidly before the door.
"Xiang Minghou?"
A voice called out, and Zhan Chi, clad in military armor, hurried over.
Xiang Minghou glanced up at him before looking away.
"Is the little girl in this room?" Zhan Chi asked urgently.
"Mhm."
Zhan Chi reached out to push the door open but was stopped by Xiang Minghou.
"Xiang Minghou, what are you doing?"
"She's resting."
Zhan Chi froze for a moment, then retracted his hand. He turned and stood guard at the door as well, like a sentry.
It was already past midnight; knocking now would disturb her rest. 'She was always a heavy sleeper as a child, and she gets grumpy when woken up.'
